DOG-RAPED COED
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to achieve their goals – a story
as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books – all chronicle episodes where one
individual has been manipulated for the sake of another.
And when the victim is a young coed, the story is so much the sadder...
Diana Greene, the young coed in this book, is the victim of immoral people. She finds
herself caught in a complex web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed.
And, after being forced to endure one humiliation after another, she becomes little
more than an obedient animal to her captors.
DOG-RAPED COED – the shocking story of a woman learning the sordid truth about
human nature. A story which holds a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Don't, please, Jimmy!" Diana Greene whined as she tried to twist away from Jim
Kenney's crawling hands. The pretty young blonde was already gripping the door
handle of his car with her right hand while she tried to push away the advancing
biology student with the other.
"Come on, Diana. I don't see what you're so fussy about. I could see you wanted it all
night," the dark-haired student said thickly, brushing several strands of his long hair
away from his eyes as he made another lunge for the protesting young woman.
Diana's brown plaid skirt had already been worked into a tight roll around her waist,
revealing the elastic leg bands of her pink silk panties. The young student snapped her
knees, together when she felt Jimmy's fingers brush along the tops of her kneecaps and
travel quickly up to her pussy.
"That's not true," Diana protested, blinking her vibrant blue eyes at Jim while she
stopped struggling for a moment.
The biology student took advantage of the sudden pause in fighting and reached out
quickly, pulling her hand away from the door handle. Diana let out a sharp cry of fright
and disappointment as she felt Jim pull her away from the door to the center of the
front seat. He dragged her toward him, then lowered his arms until they were tightly
gripping her slender waist. Diana panted with the effort of the struggle and she had to
admit, with a growing moist heat warming up her pussy. The fighting off of this young
student was exciting the hell out of Diana in spite of herself!
"I saw you looking at me, wondering if what the girls say about my cock's true," Jimmy
said thickly, bending his handsome head forward and running his thick, sensuous lips
up and down Diana's neck. The words stung the blonde's sense of propriety and
decency. And yet there was something deliciously wicked that made her virgin cunt
tighten up.
"That's not true. I'm not that kind..." Diana moaned, closing her eyes as she felt Jim's
left knee slide up over the edge of the seat and press against her legs. The scratchy wool
of his blue trousers against her knees and inner thighs sent tingles through her cunny,
rippling up to her nipples and making them tweak and tingle against her bra. Diana
sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard until she could taste blood as she felt her
legs being spread apart.
"All girls are that kind," Jim said, moving his head up and glaring down hotly at the
weakly struggling young woman. Diana felt her skin crawl with terror and excitement
as she peered up into his hard, black eyes. They bore down into her skull like two laser
beams as his hot palms caressed the flesh of her upper legs.
Diana felt herself melting under Jim's sexual heat. She struggled for breath as a red film
of lust began settling over her brain. She kicked off her loafers, hearing them thud
softly against the floor of the car. Jim moved his right hand up from her thighs and
dragged his thumb up to her right leg band.
"Please," she whispered weakly. But Diana didn't know what she was begging for any
more. She had sworn to her hysterically religious mother and father in Butte, Montana
that she would behave herself at the university and never let a boy get to first base with
her. But after one year, how could she keep herself pure, especially when all the girls in
the dorm were fucking their brains dry and telling her about it? How could she?
"I knew I'd have you cryin' for it," Jim said triumphantly, a sneer crossing his lips as he
scraped his ragged thumbnail across the skin just under her panty leg.
Diana sucked in a deep breath, feeling her skin burn with unknown desire. She was
making tight, high-pitched whining sounds like a frightened puppy. Diana shuddered
as she felt that sharp thumbnail work under the tight elastic up toward her cuntal lips.
She squeezed her pussy muscles together, hunching up her crotch. Then she cried out
with unspeakable pleasure as she felt the dampened silk crotch panel twist into a tight
knot and work into her cuntal cleft. All the while her titty tips were tightening harder
and harder, scratching unbearably against the stiff material of her bra. She found herself
wishing to God that Jim would unbutton her sweaty blouse and slip off her bra. If only
oh God! What was happening to her?
Diana felt that sliding thumb brush up against her outer cuntal curls. Jim stopped for a
second, working his knee farther up until the woolly trousers were pressing hard into
her juicy cleft.
The blonde nearly choked on her own spittle as her throat tightened and her chest rose
heavily. Her nostrils flared as she felt her outer labes folding in and rubbing against her
partially hooded clitty.
Jim was moving his knee back and forth, sliding her panties deeper and deeper into her
slick crack while he toyed with her cunt hairs. Diana could smell the thick, sharp odor
of pussy juice that hung over the two of them in the tiny car like a heavy perfume.
She was nearly on the seat now, spread-eagled, split apart and ready for a fuck. The
eager blonde held her breath as she felt his ragged thumbnail push through her matted
jungle of cunt hairs up to her swollen cunt lips. No man had ever done what Jim was
doing to her now.
She felt horror and excitement. Oh God, she wanted him any way she could have him!
Her heart beat wildly while her pussy throbbed like a festering sore. His thumb crawled
over the puffy fleshy cunt lips, pressing them down, then pushing the slick lip up and
down lightly. He was jerking her off.
"Ohhh," Diana gasped, feeling the air around her grow thick and impossible to breathe
in.
Jim had moved his hand completely under her panties now, pressing the heel of his
palm down lightly against the bottom junction of her snatch lips.
Immediately a trickle of juice bubbled out from between her labes, oozing between her
itchy, frazzled pussy hairs and wetting down his hands. Both of them could feel her
cunny rumbling like a stomach hungry for food as Jim pressed down harder.
"Oh, baby, you're so hot for cock meat you can't help yourself."
Diana should have slapped his hands away, turned from the big man and slid out of the
car. She could still do it. Jim was so involved with her body that she could have gotten
away safely. But her body refused to move from the seat. Diana felt her butt cheeks
sliding across the wet black vinyl of Jim's front seat, knowing the slickness was due to
her pussy juice, and that knowledge excited her more.
She dragged the heels of her feet across the floor, pulling them up to the seat while she
moved her back completely down onto the seat cushion. It was wrong to let Jim touch
her in all those places. And it was more wrong to let him do what Diana knew was the
inevitable outcome of this foreplay. But she couldn't stop herself. God knows she tried.
But now the girl didn't have the strength to snap her knees together whenever Jim
milked her hungry, puffy lips together, squeezing out more bubbly snatch juice from
her hungry cunny.
Diana felt Jim roll completely on top of her. She could hear his shoes scraping against
the door while his buttocks bumped against the steering wheel. He muttered curses,
trying to position him self while he kept his right hand still burrowed between her hot
flesh and panties.
The big dark-haired student moved his left hand around her waist again, tightening his
grip while his weight pushed her deep into the seat cushion. Diana felt possessed
completely, melting under the sexual heat of the big man's body while his fingers
played with her cunt.
Her lips were pressed together while sweat matted down the golden bangs to her broad
forehead. She whimpered and groaned, rolling her head slowly from side to side as she
pulled her arms with great effort from her sides and drew them around Jim's shoulders.
He was kissing the base of her neck now, hunching lightly against her body while he
squeezed her pussy lips together.
"Ohhhh!" Diana cried again as she felt Jim's thick handwork greedily over her wet,
sensitive lips. The hard, scraping knuckles and fingernails were making her pussy spasm
wetly, hotly and wildly. Her panties were soaked with love oil now. Diana could hear
the slick clicking of her cuntal walls rubbing together as she thought again about the
big man's cock pressing against the fly of his trousers.
Then Jim grew impatient. She felt his fingers curl into a fist, pushing up and curling
around the waistband of her panties. He pulled down quickly, tearing the sheer briefs
in front and dragging them past her well-rounded buttocks to her knees. Immediately
Diana could feel her skirt brushing against her bare, naked twat.
Then his right hand worked between her legs again, pushing her hot, wet thighs apart
and moving upward once more until he was at her pussy. Diana pushed her legs apart,
giving him more room as she felt him rubbing her pussy lips together. As her delicate
flesh was rubbed and heated, Jim lowered his head and planted a long, tonguing wet
kiss on her mouth.
To her amazement, the young coed kissed back, driving her tongue between Jim's
strong teeth and scraping the inside of his mouth while she felt his forefinger slide into
her hole and reaming out her virgin pussy.
Diana squeezed her pussy muscles together then rubbed her thighs up and down,
grinding her pussy walls against his probing digit. Oh, how good something like that
felt! He was caressing her slick, hot pussy walls, rubbing them with his fingers while he
brushed against the tip of her swollen clitty with his knuckles.
"Those titties, baby..." Jim cooed in her ear, breathing hotly against the side of her face
while he pulled his left arm up and pushed his fingers under her blouse. He latched
onto one tighttipped mound, squeezing the spongy flesh gently.
Diana stiffened her body, digging her shoulders into the soft seat cushion. Her nipple
was twittering, sparking, scratching under the starchy bra cup as Jim molded her tit
flesh with his fingers.
"Too tight," Diana babbled.
"I'll take care of that," Jim said, moving his hand around her back until he felt the clasp
holding the straps of her bra together. With a quick flip he opened the lock.
Immediately Diana felt relief as the halter grew limp around her body. Slowly Jim
dragged the big cups off her boobs, letting the bra fall limply to the floor while he
moved his head back to take a look at his trophies.
They were better than he expected... Diana had big, high riding, firm titties that
jounced and jiggled whenever she walked quickly across the campus from class to class.
Jim gazed at the large tits for several seconds, then moaned with delight as he lowered
his head and started brushing his upper lip against the right nipple.
Diana cried out. At the same time the big man had moved the fingers of his right hand
up, grasping her tiny clit between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it like a pearl
between his digits. The blonde dragged her knees up, pressing them tightly against
Jim's muscular body. She was so excited she almost pissed as the biology student
continuing rolling and squeezing her clitty shaft.
"AHHHHH!" the girl cried, digging her fingernails into the back of Jim's shirt.
She could hear the material ripping under her clawing. Neither one of them cared. Jim
opened his mouth and pressed his thick, wet lips against one tender red-tipped titty
mound. Diana shuddered, arching her back and pressing her nipple farther into Jim's
mouth. The big biology student took the hint, digging his strong front teeth into the
rubbery nipple while licking the sore tip with his tongue. Diana's blouse hung open
while Jim used his mouth and left hand, working over the milky white flesh of her tits
until he had her gasping for air.
Jim's right hand suddenly withdrew from her soppy cunt. Diana felt him fumbling for
something between their tightly pressed bodies. Then she heard a metallic scraping
sound and she knew he was unzipping his pants.
The girl caught her breath as she felt him reaching in between the two opened halves of
his trousers. There was another movement followed by the sensation of something long,
thick and hot suddenly pressing against her right thigh. She heard Jim sigh with relief,
then moving his right hand back up to her waist. It was his cock! She knew it!
The young coed had never seen a man's peter before except in the usual biology books.
But she knew it had to be that thick, horse-like cock the girls in the dorm talked and
giggled about. Some of them said they got sick when he tried to fuck them. Others said
no other dick in the world could satisfy them after getting screwed by Jim's prick.
"Feel it, baby. Feel what's gonna split your pussy open," he moaned, moving his hand
up and grabbing her right wrist.
Diana let him do what he pleased, releasing her grip around the back of his neck and
letting him drag her hand down to his crotch.
"Grab it, touch it," he demanded, forcing his hand between their pressed bodies.
Diana felt her fingers sliding over her juice slickened left thigh. Then suddenly she
could feel something sausage-like and rubbery and hot with her fingertips. It was a
thick, hard column of sex flesh sticking out of his fly and pressing against her legs.
Diana felt her scalp crawl as Jim moved her hand down from the thick root just inside
his opened zipper.
How long was his cock? She felt the thick veins wrapped around the long stalk
throbbing under her forced light touch. The hardness and throbbing frightened her
until Jim wiggled his fingers again in her twat.
On her own, Diana moved her fingers away from Jim's clenching hand and wrapped
them around the middle of that fat sausage, squeezing the thick column gently. The
sudden pressure caught Jim off-guard. His body stiffened while he let out a long,
shuddering moan. The idea she could control someone as powerful and insistent as Jim
with just a little squeeze on his prick thrilled the blonde. She squeezed down again, this
time sliding her slender fingers along his dick up and down.
Jim moaned, burying his face in the nape of her neck while he begged her to rub his
cock harder. Diana did, squeezing and relaxing her butt cheeks as she fucked her cunny
on his probing fingers. The blonde could feel her titties jiggling on her chest as she
fucked herself more frenziedly on the student's hand.
At the same time Jim had managed to unfasten his pants completely. The long cock
between his legs popped out while his heavy, cum-packed balls rolled over the zipper
teeth and fell onto the panting girl's pussy lips. Diana could feel the fleshy thick head as
she moved her fingers all the way to the end of Jim's dick stalk. It was smooth and silky
feeling, pulsing with lust, as she caressed the gland with her hands. There was a tiny
fleshy crevice at the tip. When she slid her right forefinger across that slit, the blonde
could feel something hot and sticky coating her teasing finger. It was cum oozing up
out of that dick meat. It was the jizz that she'd always heard her mother speaking of in
disgusting tones. It was the stuff the old woman considered horribly messy but
necessary during the sex act. But how differently Diana viewed it now.
Instinctively the blonde licked her lower lip with excitement as she rubbed harder
across that tiny ragged ridge and drew up more cum. Soon it would be jetting into her
body, burning and scalding the sides of her virgin cunny! What would her mother and
father say if they could see their sweet virginal daughter panting and fucking like a
mink?
Jim made the next few moves quickly. While Diana still kept her fingers around his
prick, the big student pulled her blouse off, then moved down to her waist and
unbuttoned her skirt. He slid the cotton material gently over her rounded buttocks,
forcing her to let go of his cock reluctantly as he finished undressing her.
Diana lay like a bitch in heat waiting for her first fuck while Jim unbuttoned his red
plaid cotton shirt and slid it off his powerful, broad shoulders. His broad, hairy chest
glistened in the moonlight with sweat, the rippling muscles revealing just how much he
worked out in the school gym after classes.
With a careful move as he leaned against the steering column, Jim slid off his pants and
pushed them to the floor. They were naked now and alone.
Jim fell back onto Diana's body. The sudden sensation of his hot, hairy body all over
hers drove her toward climax. Diana groaned, dragging her knees up until they were
almost even with Jim's shoulders. She could feel her pussy lips unsticking then peeling
back as she forced her body open to the big man. Strange hot/wet chills were racing
across her pussy lips, making them quiver excitedly as Jim's cock clung wetly to her
gleaming cleft.
"I want to prime up that pussy," Jim said.
While he dragged his thick tongue over her belly, slicking down the hot skin until it
glimmered wetly under the silver moonlight, Jim cupped Diana's tits. He squeezed and
kneaded the swollen spongy flesh, pinching her stiff rubbery nipples between his
fingers. The blonde cried out again and again, squeezing her big ass muscles together
tightly until she thought they would cramp up from the pressure.
Soon he was down in her crotch, his lips planting long, hot, wet kisses against her
snatch. She could feel his powerful teeth scraping her pussy lips while the pointed tip of
his tongue started to part her labes and drive down. "Ohhhh," Diana groaned.
Her chest heaved up as Jim moved his head from side to side. He was burrowing like a
beaver between her outer cunt lips, flicking his tongue against her clitty while reaming
out her juicy hole.
Diana snapped her knees together and hunched up, nearly suffocating him as his pussy
kisses drove her nearly crazy with lust. Then he pulled back, rimming her cuntal mouth
with the tip of his tongue. She stiffened as more thrills rippled across her snatch. She
thought she was going to come any second if he kept up his oral fucking.
"Jim, what are you doing?" Diana cried.
Jim held her cunt lips apart while he scoured each steamy, wet hollow of her pussy with
his tongue. He was exploring her, sucking and lapping up her juices while his strong
fingers dug into her tender boobs. Diana felt as if she were being eaten alive as the
blonde felt Jim's thick hot spittle mix with her juices, then spill out and ooze between
her ass crack toward her tight bunghole.
"Stop it, p-p-please!" Diana stammered, raising her hands weakly and trying to push his
head away.
Her head fell to one side while her mouth lolled open. Jim pulled his lips away from
her pussy and moved back up to her face. The big man covered her lips and kissed her
wetly as he'd done before, running his fingers lightly along her wet slit. Diana opened
and closed her legs, rubbing them together and rocking her ass back and forth as she
tried to bring herself off. Oh God, she couldn't go on like this!
As if understanding her problem, Jim gave her pussy a final gentle squeeze with his
fingers, rubbing his thumb over her clitty shaft and making the blonde whimper. She
was begging him in lusty grunts to do things to her she would have never imagined
herself capable of a few days ago.
"Want me to fuck you?"
Diana's breathing was out of control, gaspy, shallow and hot. There was the hint of a
smile on her lips as she dropped her eyelids and nodded.
Jim slid his hand away from her wet pussy as Diana felt him pushing forward, curling
her body up into a tight ball. Her feet rose – higher and higher.
Instinctively the blonde opened herself up to him, locking her fingers around his neck
while the balls of her feet barely touched his curved back. Diana could feel his balls
dragging across her upturned buttocks while his cock slid across her cuntal slit, then
slipped free. Jim hunched his hairy ass cheeks back, positioning his cock for the initial
insertion.
While Diana held her breath and closed her eyelids tightly, Jim bore down hard. His
thick rod pushed through the tight, slippery hole, his big cock head fucking into the
blonde's clenching cunt. As it pushed the virgin tissues to one side, his cock dome was
grabbed by the sensitive, velvety pussy walls. Down, down, down he drove, parting the
girl's cunt-lips while Diana let out hoarse growling sounds. The cords stood out in her
neck as she dug her sharp fingernails into Jim's back. Every square inch of her writhing
body was on fire. The girl worked her ass cheeks back and forth on the wet vinyl seat
cushion as she begged for Jim to fill up her cunny.
Then the big man felt his cock run into something firm. He wasn't at the bottom of her
pussy. He still had more than half his dick shaft to push in. Jim gritted his teeth and
pushed down. The virgin membrane held fast. Once more he pushed, holding his
breath and shoving forward steadily.
"OHHHH, NOOOO!" Diana moaned as she felt the pain suddenly tear at her snatch.
"It'll hurt just for a second," Jim panted.
Diana struggled, her eyelids fluttering open now and her fingers curling into tight fist as
she beat at his shoulders, squeezing her ass cheeks together and trying to squirm away
from the growing pain in her pussy. But Jim held on firmly, grunting with
determination as his dick head began ripping through the thick membrane guarding
her virginity.
"Goddamnit, hold still!" Jim growled as he crawled farther on top of her.
He held her roughly by the shoulders. He was demanding, pressing into her
mercilessly.
"Oh no! IT HURTS!" Diana cried, tossing and twisting from his grasp. She tried once
more to break away from the big student's hold.
"NOW!" he cried, lunging down.
His cock broke through in one quick stab, his massive, blood-engorged cock plunging
into the depths of Diana's snatch. His cock was sore from busting her cherry, but Jim
kept on shoving until he had every inch of his cock rammed into her hot cunt. He lay
still, the hot clenching sensation of her pussy walls clenching his cock like a protective
sheath
"Diana?" he grunted.
"Ohhh, why? Why did you do it?" the girl moaned, her face turned away from him.
Hot, salty tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over her flushed cheeks as she felt her
belly tensing with horror and fear. She had lost her virginity, the most precious thing a
woman had in the world. Now she was no better than the common slut on the streets.
And worse, she would have Jim's baby. He would never marry her.
Pregnant! Oh God, why hadn't she listened to her mother and father and stayed on the
ranch?
"You wanted it as bad as I did. Don't worry, baby, you're gonna love the finale if you
like the overture," Jim said as he waited for a few more minutes.
Gradually the sharp pain died to a dull ache, then throbbed into something like
pleasure. Jim sensed the change in Diana's cunt and took advantage of it. Slowly he
pulled up, dragging his long stalk out of her slightly bloodied pussy, then pushed back
down. He repeated this action several times until he felt Diana's crotch beginning to
move.
The girl could feel more bubbly hot juice filling her tight, sore pussy. She could feel that
pushing pole gliding into her, then out, then back in, soothing the sore spot where her
cherry had been.
"Like fucking, baby? Like me ramming that hot cock in and out of your tight little
cunny?"
"Oh yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck," Diana cried, her heels bouncing off Jim's shoulders as his
pounding became harder and faster.
She responded to his thrusting, working her thighs up and down. His iron hard rod
burned into her. She could feel her burning pussy-juice bubbling, wafting into her
flared nostrils and nearly choking her with its strong perfumed odor as her ass bounced
wetly along the vinyl seat cushion. Her shoulders dug into the material while Jim's
hairy, sweaty legs spread hers farther and farther apart.
She could feel his thick, hot, hanging balls sliding up and down the bottom portion of
her split cuntal lips. His cock head was throbbing somewhere up in her body while his
chest mashed down her nipples. Ohh, it felt so good to have a man doing this to her.
How could her mother tell her sex was so disgusting? Diana had never felt anything so
deliciously exciting in her life before!
"WHHHHRRRR!" the blonde moaned as she felt Jim's weight come to rest on her clit.
His hairy hardness rubbed over her body until every nerve ending was rubbed raw. She
spread her legs as widely apart as she could, begging for more hot dick meat.
Jim obliged, flinging his thick cock in and out of her cunt with wild abandon. Diana
felt the rushing of his cock ripping through her tight cunt, plowing through the virgin
territory and forcing its slick sensitive flesh into a wider and wider tunnel. Diana
scraped her knees back and forth against Jim's shuddering sides as the two of them
steamed closer and closer toward climax.
Soon Jim was hammering at her clit. This time the big man didn't stop to prolong the
tease. Diana realized he was going for broke now, stroking harder and harder and
bringing himself up to a jetting cum. His weight shook her as he hunched his way into
her body with a near destructive force. The young coed was grunting with the force of
his shoves. Her pussy was being stretched by his stroking. His cock was swelling wider
and wider, stretching her open until the blonde thought she was going to split apart.
"OHHHHHH, NOOOOO!" Diana moaned as a flash of fit raced through her body.
She could feel her stomach tightening as a powder keg of sensuality seemed to explode
in her cunny. Her legs clenched Jim's body more tightly while her fingernails raked his
back without mercy. Her ass ground up to meet his crotch, her entire body clutching
him as he fucked her like a madman.
"Cut it loose, baby. Cum with me," Jim growled, biting her neck.
Jim was shouting as he worked his thick-muscled hips like pile drivers. Diana felt her
body tighten up into pre-orgasmic tenseness. Her muscles clenched his cock.
"Fuck it out, babe!" Jim shouted.
His balls screwed up and tightened against the fat cock root. The thick tube running
through his dick expanded, ready to shoot the thick jizz boiling out of his fat fuck sacs.
"What's h-happening to ME!" Diana cried, her forehead wrinkled with perplexed
horror as she felt the first orgasmic spasm clench her cunny. Her body shuddered, then
tightened again as another spasm gripped her clit shaft.
"That's it, baby, that's IT!" Jim cried as he felt her cuntal sheath snap against his cock
and start to milk it like a set of experienced fingers.
Diana was cumming, her first big real cum with a man! She could feel Jim's fat cock
ballooning out, pressing against her clutching cuntal walls. Then there was more
trembling, followed by hot jets of something sticky, something rich and scalding hot
bursting into her cunt.
Jim's body tightened and shuddered. He was jerking all over her, his powerful fingers
digging into her flesh until he was leaving black and blue marks from the violent
pressure. To Diana it felt as if the world inside her pussy was exploding. A million
brightly colored particles shattered in front of her eyes as she rode up and down his
spurting cock.
"Cum, babe, cum" Jim moaned in her ear as he moved his hips back and forth.
More rich cream bubbled out, filling up her hole and bubbling out of her cunt. Diana
could feel his jizz leaking down her tight ass crack, oozing over her wrinkled bunghole
flesh. All inhibition was gone in her. The young blonde wanted to be drowned in a sea
of jizz, covered with the hot, sticky spunk. She squeezed her pussy muscles together,
pulling at Jim's still squirting prick and begging for more cum.
"CUMMMM!" Diana cried as Jim pushed his body down hard and held it there, sealing
them together with the glue spurting from his cock head. The blonde cried and moaned
as the spasms finally passed from her throbbing cunt.


Chapter 2

The drive back to the dorm was a quiet one. Diana refused to talk to the biology
student after she had pulled free of his flaccid cock and dressed in silence next to him.
All the way up the campus drive Jim tried to assure her he would never tell his buddies
the way she acted under his cock. But Diana knew how men loved to brag about their
prowess, especial1y when they'd managed to down the School virgin with a single blow.
It wouldn't be long before everyone would be smirking and laughing behind her back.
Diana had been so proud of her virginity, almost flaunting it in front of the other girls
who had made no bones about their contempt for her precious cherry.
"Hey look, I like you, Diana. I promise I won't say anything," Jim said, keeping one eye
on the road and the other on her. His hair hung limply over his face as he drove slowly
to the girls' dorm area.
"I'll probably get pregnant," Diana mumbled silently.
That was another worry. She hadn't bothered about taking birth control pills. She
didn't need them. The blonde simply slapped hands away from her legs whenever they
got too close for comfort. Then what had happened tonight? Why didn't she tell Jim
where to get off? Why had she let things go so far until she had lost her cherry? And in
what a way!
Diana had no idea she could become that sexual1y explosive when aroused. She always
thought of herself as a quiet, passive young woman. But a few minutes ago she was
slithering across the seat cushions like a hellcat on fire!
"You won't get pregnant," Jim said, sighing deeply and moving both hands to the wheel
as he saw the lights of the girls dorm grow brighter ahead of them. "And I can get it
fixed if you do."
Diana jerked her head around and glared hotly at him.
"I won't have an abortion! It's... it's wrong."
"That's what you said about fucking," Jim said, chuckling loudly and feeling Diana's
eyes burn hotly at him. The young blonde turned away and stared angrily ahead of
them as they cruised slowly up the narrow, winding road to the tall building ahead.
"Jesus Christ! What's that?" Jim suddenly said, taking his foot off the accelerator and
letting the car cruise to a halt.
"If you think you're going to try the same thing with me again here..." Diana groaned,
feeling apprehension crawl over her once more as Jim pulled up on the emergency
brake.
"I thought I saw something moving at the side of the road," he said, pushing open the
door and sliding out.
Diana rolled down the window and stuck her head out, peering into the dark as Jim
moved around the front of his car. Suddenly she saw something move in the tall field
grass to her right.
"Over there!" she shouted.
Jim waded into the tall grass of the broad field sometimes used as an unofficial football
field in the summer.
"My God!" Diana heard Jim cry out.
Diana felt the hair on her head stand up when she heard a woman's voice groan out in
pain, then quickly rise to a high-pitched shriek of horror. It sounded like the cry of a
wounded, frightened animal.
"No, get away from me!" the voice screamed, followed by more choked sobs.
Through the diffused light shining from the headlights Diana saw Jim bob up from the
tall grass. He was waving for Diana to come over to him.
"What's over there?" the blonde asked, pushing the car door open and sliding out.
Diana brushed the hair from her eyes as she waded carefully through the thick kneehigh 
field grass. Slowing down as she approached Jim, she noticed him staring down at
some form in the grass. As she drew closer she could see it was the figure of a naked
woman.
"What in God's name... oh GOD!" Diana cried, turning her face away and gulping air
as she felt her stomach roll over. Her brain spun dizzily around as she pitched forward
and nearly fell to her knees. It was Vicki Granger, a casual friend of Diana's who lived
down the hall in the same dorm. Her body was stripped naked, striped with what Diana
guessed in the dim light to be blood and welts.
The girl's bright eyes rolled crazily in her head as spittle and drool bubbled out and
hung down from the comers of her mouth. She was sitting up, her fingers clawing
rhythmically at the earth while humming some insane tune. Pieces of broken hay and
grass stuck out from her matted hair that hung like a veil over her beaten face.
"Let's try to get her over to the car," Jim said, bending down and trying to slip his 
right hand under the girl's arms.
As soon as he touched her, Vicki stopped her humming and scooted back on the grass,
shrieking crazily and begging him not to touch her.
"You can reach her," Jim said, turning around and facing Diana.
The blonde made a face, then inhaled deeply as she forced herself to walk past Jim to
Vicki.
"Please, Vicki, you need help," Diana said soothingly as she bent down and slipped her
hands under the girl's arms.
This close the blonde could see Vicki's face had been worked over brutally. There were
scratch marks on her chin and cheeks, while her eye sockets were black and blue and
swollen from the beating. Vicki babbled something and let her friend raise her from the
ground and walk her slowly over to the car.
Jim followed, running past the two women to pull open the car door.
"Get him away, get him away!" the young brunette shrieked, digging her heels suddenly
into the dirt and covering her face protectively with her hands.
Diana struggled with her friend, pulling her forward and trying to assure her nothing
was wrong.
"What happened to you?" Diana asked as she succeeded in calming down Vicki and
guiding her into the car. Jim had pulled a large blue woolen blanket from the floor of
the rear seat and handed it to Diana to cover her friend with.
"We'll take her to the hospital first. Then we'll call the police," Jim said grimly, 
sliding in after the two women had entered and slamming the door hard behind him.
They sped to the campus hospital. On the way Vicki had suddenly grown quiet, not
uttering one word while Diana tried to pry out what had happened to her.
"Did you find her that way?" a young blond doctor asked after they had arrived and
pulled the brunette into the emergency clinic.
"She was naked in the grass. I found her that way while Diana and I were, uh,
necking," Jim said.
Diana felt her face flush beet red and turned away from the young doctor.
"She's been badly beaten, and from the preliminary exam I think she's been raped
several times.
"Raped?" Diana echoed, covering her tits with her right hand instinctively and stepping
back protectively.
She felt her skin crawl with fear and revulsion as she remembered the furor on campus
last year when three coeds were beaten and raped brutally by some maniac. The local
officials hadn't caught him. But supposedly Chicago police trapped a young Cuban in
the south side of the city during an attempted rape two weeks after the last campus
attack. His M.O. fit that of the campus rapist. Unfortunately he was shot by police
before they had a chance to question him about the brutalized coeds.
Nothing more had happened on campus after the young Cuban died. Everyone
breathed more easily, and life resumed its casual openness at the university. But now
this?
"I've called the campus police as well as the local officials. You know what happened
around here before. I hope this isn't a repeat," the doctor said unofficially, arching his
eyebrows and inhaling deeply as he turned to follow Vicki.
After the police arrived, both Jim and Diana were interviewed separately for about
fifteen minutes. All through the questioning the young blonde tried to get the
sympathetic policewoman to give her an idea if this was another case of the campus
rapist. The woman was evasive, although from the concerned frown on her face Diana
expected the worst.
When it was over, Diana left the examining room that had been temporarily converted
into a mini headquarters and walked into the lobby. Jim was waiting there to take her
home.
"You learn anything?" Diana asked, sliding into the car and slamming the door shut.
Instinctively she locked the door as well.
"Naw. I asked the guy what he thought, and he gave the usual police mumbo jumbo of
not being able to draw any conclusions yet. You thinking what I am?" Jim asked,
starting the engine and shifting his '67 Chevy into first gear.
"What if that man they killed in Chicago wasn't the campus rapist? What if he was just
hiding low until everything died down and now he's back?" Diana asked, her own
words frightening her as she turned and looked questioningly at Jim. She felt the need
of his strength and power to get through this horrible situation.
"Hey, don't worry about it, baby," Jim said reassuringly.
He reached over with his right hand and rubbed her knee affectionately. He could feel
his cock beginning to stiffen as he felt her creamy, soft legs with his fingertips. Jim
knew this was neither the time nor place. But if only he could pullover and stop for a
second; if only he could slip his hot, iron hard cock into Diana's soft, willing, sucking,
juicy pussy and dump his thick creamy spunk into her tight little hole. The idea almost
drove him wild.
"I can't help it," Diana said, oblivious to Jim's desir..." When I think of how Vicki
looked, and then think of the other girls that crazy man worked over last year"
"Look. Just lock your door at night and don't leave the window open. That's how the
other girls got it. Just common sense, babe, and you won't get into trouble," Jim said,
rubbing his fingers farther up her left leg.
He could feel the soft, damp flesh of her thigh as he pushed his fingers closer to her
hairy twat. "I just don't WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Diana cried out as she felt his
right forefinger slip under her leg band again and start to tickle her cuntal cleft. The
blonde could feel his fingernail creasing the sensitive membranes of her lips while his
thumb was stroking through her tight little blonde cuntal curls. "Maybe we can stop
some place," Jim said thickly, looking around at the brightly-lit drive leading up to the
dorm. There were no cars this late at night, and no one was on the walks. There were
plenty of thick bushes around where they could hide and finish off what he'd just
started.
"How can you talk that way?" Diana asked indignantly as she snapped her knees
together and brushed away Jim's offending hand. "One of the girls gets raped that awful
way and all you can think of is oh, you filthy man!" Diana said with disgust, turning
away from Jim and peering out the window into the darkness around them.
"Look, I'm just a normal guy out for a good time," Jim said angrily as he pulled his
hand back to the wheel and gripped the rim tightly. He could smell the fishy, sharp
odor of Diana's pussy clinging to the fingers of his right hand.
"And a good time means plowing a woman, right?" Diana said, feeling her temper rise.
"Look, you aren't the only pussy running around this campus. Maybe one of the few
virgin ones, but that doesn't even qualify you as something special any more," Jim said
cruelly as he stepped on the gas and sent his tires squealing forward.
"OH!" Diana cried, feeling shame and hatred sweep over her like a tidal wave. She
jerked around and glared at Jim. If she had a knife, she would have stuck it into his
neck at that second. "LET ME OUT OF THIS CAR!" she suddenly shouted.
"You're crazy. We still have a ways to go to the dorm. You're so damned screwy about
this rapist"
"I said let me out," Diana insisted, reaching down and pushing down on the door
handle. In a second the cold air was rushing into the car as the blonde pushed open the
door and threatened to jump out while they were still moving. "Okay, okay," Jim said,
slamming on the brakes and bringing his car to a halt with a sharp forward lurch.
"Get the fuck out and walk back to your room. I'm fucking tired of all your talk
anyway," Jim said with disgust as Diana slid quickly from the front seat and stood on
the loose gravel to the side of the drive.
"I don't see what's so special about you anyway,"
Diana said, slamming the door shut hard and backing away. "All you've got going for
you can be found at the back end of a horse."
"Then get one and leave the humans alone!" Jim counter has he ground his gears into
first and peeled off, leaving Diana behind in a cloud of smoking rubber and swirling
dust.
"Good riddance," Diana mumbled to herself, wiping some strands of blonde hair from
her eyes.
She turned and started walking down the right side of the deserted drive to the dorm
ahead of her. She was about a quarter mile from the building. Even with thoughts of
Vicki and the other girls whirling about in her head, the young blonde coed wasn't
particularly worried. The road, though deserted, was brightly lit. The possibility 
of a car coming any minute would discourage someone to make a move at attacking her.
As she passed a tall clump of bushes to the right, Diana thought she heard a moan
coming from them.
"Who's there?" she asked in a shaky voice as she stopped in the center of the road and
turned toward the bushes.
"H-help m-me!"
God, not another one, Diana thought as she moved across the drive quickly and
stepped into the tall, thick field grass growing at the edge of the road.
"Where are you? I'm here to help," Diana said in a loud voice as she stepped up to the
thick bushes and peered into the darkness. She heard a faint rustling of leaves and
branches some twenty feet in front of her.
"Over here. I'm hurt, please help!" Diana picked her way carefully through the bushes,
pushing thick branches away from her face and trying to keep her long hair from
getting tangled in the twigs and leaves overhead. In the dim moonlight she could barely
make out shapes only a few inches away from her. The cold night air seemed to grow
chillier and more cutting with every passing second.
"Where?" Diana asked, stopping in what she guessed was the center of the bushes and
pricking her ears up for the next sound. There was nothing.
"Where are you?" she repeated again. And again, nothing. Suddenly it occurred to her
this could be a ruse, a plot to get her away from the road for...
Diana didn't bother thinking through what she already began to suspect in her gut.
Wheeling around quickly, the girl started running back to the road, brushing away the
branches that slapped and tore at her face. She could hear something crunching and
crashing behind her.
Diana was almost out of the bushes when she slipped on the damp earth, sending her
reeling forward. The blonde fought for her balance but lost, landing hard on her face
with a grunt.
Diana could hear someone come up behind her. He was standing next to her now. She
could hear his heavy, uneven breathing as she clawed at the damp soil in frustration.
What had happened to Vickie would happen to her now!
Oh God, Mommy, Daddy, Diana thought as she, felt someone kneel down behind her.
"All you bitches are alike, and I'm gonna show you that," a voice whispered in a thick,
growling kind of tone.
Diana let out a low moan of horror. Suddenly she was aware of rough hands assailing
her body, ripping at her cloak, then her sweater and skirt. She screamed, burying her
face in the loose grass and leaves on the ground as the rapist was tearing her clothing 
to shreds.
"You keep quiet, whore!" the man said gruffly as he tore open her blouse, then ripped
apart her bra strap.
As Diana let out another shriek, she heard the whooshing sound of rushing air. Then a
sharp blow to the right side of head made her lose consciousness.


Chapter 3

When Diana awoke, she found a dull aching in her ankles and wrists. Fluttering her
eyelids open the young woman discovered she had been stripped completely and tied to
a tree hundreds of yards from the main road. Whoever had attacked her must have
dragged her there after beating her unconscious.
The moon shone brightly now in the dark black sky broken by myriad's of stars
whirling overhead. The chilly night air hung breathlessly about the naked woman. At
least she was spared the agony of biting cold.
"Oh," she moaned, rubbing her ankles together, then pulling them forward and trying
to slip them from the thick ropes binding them.
It was useless. The thick manila hemp bit savagely into her tender flesh, holding her
feet and legs firmly to the rough bark of the tree behind her. The sharp pieces of jagged
wood cut into her rounded buttocks while her arms were pulled tightly around the tree
trunk and tied behind her.
Diana felt a dull ache in her shoulder sockets from the position she'd been tied in.
Looking around her, the girl could see no one nearby. In the distance she could see the
lights of the dorm building flickering up on the hill. If only she had stayed with Jim,
she would have been in her room now, safely tucked under her thick pink woolen
blanket and thinking about how wonderful it had been to lose her virginity. Now...
"So, you're awake, huh?" a voice from behind asked.
Diana leaned forward as much as she could, turning her head to the right and noticing
a tall shape moving slowly from behind the tree toward her. The young woman
couldn't make out any facial features yet.
"Who are you?" Diana asked nervously, her lower lip quivering with terror as her scalp
tingled with fear.
She knew well who this man was and what he was going to do to her. Visions of Vicki
and the other girls crossed her mind in a quick flash as the big man stayed in the
shadows and breathed heavily. Diana's smooth, white flesh glowed like marble in the
bright moonlight, glistening even more as cold sweat broke out from her pores and
slicked down her skin.
"Beautiful," the man murmured, standing with his muscular legs spread widely apart.
He was studying her the way someone studies a dead butterfly on a stickpin. Diana felt
like a biological specimen up for probing and dissection.
"Let me go, or I'll..." Diana stopped dead, not knowing how to complete her sentence.
"You'll what?" the man asked, laughing loudly as he reached back, then pulled out what
appeared to be a rag.
Stepping forward, he reached up and pulled down what Diana realized only now was
the brim of a large hat. He was dressed in Western gear, the broad brim keeping his
face in the shadows as he stuffed that foul tasting gag in her mouth.
The blonde gagged, her eyes welling up with tears as she tried unsuccessfully to push
the filthy kerchief from her mouth.
"All you cunts think you're so special. We'll see what's so special about you," he said in
a threatening voice.
Diana realized she was dealing a psychotic. There was something wild, uncontrolled,
insane about the man's manner and speech pattern. She was almost certain his get up
was a phony costume, something that was a turn on to him when he did this thing to
helpless women.
"All you kind of women do is humiliate men like me," he said, anger rising in his voice.
Diana moaned, shaking her head.
"You'll pay for everything, I promise," his voice thundered.
Diana shook her head no again, whimpering desperately.
"You're sorry, eh?" he almost shrieked.
Even in the darkness Diana could see his big hulking body trembling with rage. She
pressed her back and buttocks against the sharp bark of the tree and whined deep in
her throat. All her senses suddenly sharpened as she watched the man pacing back and
forth in front of her.
"Sure, you'll be sorry. After I've humiliated you, degraded you as you've degraded and
humiliated me."
Even in her terror Diana recognized this man was no simple cowboy. He sounded too
refined, too educated. His words and speech pattern all spoke of higher learning. And
that voice! Even though he had taken pains to disguise it in a hoarse whisper, still there
was something dreadfully familiar about it. But what?
"And when I'm finished with you..."
He walked up to her, careful to keep the brim of his hat covering his face when he
approached her. Diana shrank away as best she could as she felt his right hand touch
her thighs. She could feel his leather boots pressing against her bare ankles now.
"When I'm through with you, you'll wish for hell rather than this."
His spittle sprayed her face. Cursing as she groaned with fear, he stepped back and
reached down to his crotch. Oh God, he was going to rape her the way he had the
other girls – brutally, ripping her sensitive cunny to shreds with his cock. And it was
still sore from the initial plowing it had received from Jim's thick prong.
"This is what I think of a bitch like you," he said, pulling out his limp prick and aiming
it at the cringing young coed.
In the shadows his cock remained hidden. But suddenly Diana was aware of something
streaming out and hitting her body. She sucked in her breath as she realized he, was
pissing on her. The hot yellowish stream cascaded over her belly. It spilled over her
lower stomach, filled her navel, then spilled over her cunny mound. It slicked down her
hair, tickling her cunt lips and dribbling over her hips down her legs to the ground. She
shivered with revulsion, wriggling her hips instinctively as she tried to shake herself free
of the hot, disgusting droplets.
"Stand still!" he ordered.
Diana shut her eyes, biting her lower lip until it bled as she withstood this humiliation.
He aimed his cock higher. The blonde groaned through the gag, feeling rage,
frustration and disgust as the thin hot spray of piss stung her nipple, slicked the deep
valley between her nipples, then dribbled down to her cunny.
Finally the stream stopped. He flicked off a droplet from the end of his cock, then let it
dangle freely from his opened trousers as he chortled at her piss-soaked body.
"Not so proud and beautiful now, are you? You're just a piss hole, a urine bowl," he
said, chuckling with satisfaction, as Diana smelled the foul urine wafting up to her
flared nostrils.
While she struggled in her bonds, the man reached into his right shirt pocket and
pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Casually tapping the bottom of the pack, he pulled one
out and shoved it in the comer of his mouth. The man struck a match, lighting up the
end and for a second illuminating a portion of his face.
Diana looked carefully. In that split second she was sure she recognized that man. But
who was he? Where had she seen him before?
"You cold, babe? You must be. Hell, your skin's pretty white. Must be pretty little goose
bumps all over the place," he said, taking the cigarette from his mouth and walking
casually over to her.
Diana watched the tiny red tip glowing in the dark as it swung back and forth in his
swinging hand.
"You might even freeze if I were to leave you out here until morning where your
friends would find you. That'd be wonderful, wouldn't it? So proud and so beautiful,
and found half-dead, stripped, covered with piss and tied to a tree."
The thought obviously delighted the man. He stood a few feet from Diana and laughed
obscenely while the girl moaned and still tried to push the foul rag from her mouth.
"But you're a hot girl, right? That cunt of yours must keep a lot of boys good and hot at
night, huh?"
Diana moaned.
"But I wouldn't let you freeze to death. In fact," he said, moving the cigarette in front of
him and moving closer to the girl, "here's something to make you remember how hot
your pussy can get."
He passed the flame down low, pausing over her navel.
"I'll fill your snatch with this cigarette, burn you out if I want to. And there's not a
fuckin' thing you or anybody else can do about it."
Diana's eyes bulged out while her fingers worked desperately against the rough bark of
the tree. She writhed and twisted in her bonds, squeezing her thighs together to protect
her exposed, bare cunny. The rough wood bruised her flesh while the ropes cut deeper
into her wrists and ankles. Cold sweat broke out over her forehead, matting down the
blonde hair hanging over her face as she watched him move the cigarette closer and
closer to her bare flesh.
The young coed remembered how one of the girls was found burns over her tits and
cunt. Was he capable of doing the same thing to her? Was he going to bum her alive?
He passed the fire from hip to hip, keeping the lit end of the cigarette an inch from her
belly.
Diana shut her eyes, whimpered as the heat burned the almost invisible white fuzz on
her skin. The heat crept down her belly button, spread through her pussy and bowels,
then radiated upward to her belly, chest and tits. There was something strange going on
inside her, something Diana wasn't able to analyze objectively now.
As terror-stricken as she was and hating the man doing this horrible thing to her,
Diana began to feel lust rising in her pussy and swelling up in her titties. She groaned
again, but this time her moans were due more to the rising passion in her cunt and her
revulsion at this odd, repulsive reaction to her torture.
The man raised the cigarette to his lips again and took a long drag. The tip glowed a
brighter red. Then he pulled it out of his mouth, the smoke spiraling over his head and
evaporating in the dull moonlight.
Reaching down, he held her pussy open with his left hand while he took the glowing
cigarette tip and touched a few hairs at the dampening crease in her pussy. Her face
blanched, her body tensed, and her feet jerked against the tree trunk while her fingers
became fists and tore at the loose bark behind her. Diana felt her thighs and belly
muscles tighten as she waited helplessly for the burning.
Diana quivered all over. She sucked in her breath through her flared nostrils, her head
quivering and her neck muscles standing out grotesquely. Then it happened. He
touched the tip of his lit cigarette to her fully extended clit.
The blonde let out a muffled, roaring shriek through the spit soaked gag. Her legs
fought to close on the burrowing, agonizing needle. Her clit filled with blood as every
muscle in her body bulged with tension. She writhed and twisted in her bonds. Then
the cigarette hissed and went out, extinguished by her frothing pussy oil that bubbled
out because of this strangely exciting pain.
"So, you're one of those kind, eh?" the man said, snorting contemptuously. "The
kinkier the better. Hell, you're no prize, even though most guys on campus think you
are."
Diana's blood froze. This was someone who knew the intimate details of campus gossip.
Who was he?
"We'll see what you do with this," he said, turning around and snapping his fingers
toward a clump of bushes to the left.
Diana felt her skin crawl with shame. Someone had been watching this horrible scene.
Someone had been silently witnessing her torture and degradation and was now going
to join this man. The blonde strained her eyes, peering into the darkness as she saw the
bushes part and something moved quickly out into the open. It was too low to the
ground to be a human being. No, it was an animal a dog of some kind. As the canine
trotted over to the big man, Diana saw it was a Doberman, big, strong, muscular, its
black shiny fur gleaming evilly in the moonlight. She could just make out its long pink
tongue hanging out.
"You see, he's already picked up your scent?" the man said, backing away.
Diana looked down and saw he was right. The pointed ears of the big Doberman
pricked forward while his handsome head tilted up and turned toward her bare pussy.
She could see his nostrils quivering, then flaring open as he sucked in the aroma of her
aroused pussy. She knew her pale pink cunt lips were greasy with snatch oil.
The girl whined, writhed and whimpered, trying to pull up her knees to protect her
cunny. But the bonds were too tight.
The dog moved forward, pressing his cold snout against her right inner thigh. Diana
cried out, spitting the gag finally from her mouth and letting out a shrill, high-pitched
scream. She struggled pitifully against her bonds, churning her hips, scraping her
buttocks raw against the bark of the tree. Her tit ties bounced and swelled as sweat
trickled down from under her arms.
The man rushed up to her, nearly knocking the growling animal over. At the same time
he pulled something from a pouch attached to his leather belt and pushed it against her
neck. Diana could feel something cold and hard cutting into her skin. She guessed it
was the blade of a hunting knife.
"You listen. I'm gonna untie you 'cause I want to see you really get it on with old Sam
here. He's the only friend I've got and I want to see him happy," he said ironically, but
still pressing the blade against the girl's throat. "But you're not going to say another
thing, understand? I can slit that pretty little throat of yours and get out of here before
anyone comes here to help, understand?"
Diana saw the wooden handle of the knife being held tightly in the man's big, muscular
fingers. She nodded her head, then relaxed as the man bent down and untied her
ankles. The release of biting pressure from her flesh made Diana sigh with relief. Next
came her hands as he moved behind the tree and untied the hemp binding her wrists
tightly together.
Diana let out a muffled cry, then slid down to the wet grass. For an instant she felt
complete happiness. Then she jerked her head up and realized the mastiff was only
inches away from her.
"Sit down on the grass and spread 'em," the man said, referring to her legs. Diana
looked up and saw him towering over her, still holding that large knife in his right
hand and pointing the tip menacingly toward her. Diana sucked in a deep breath and
did as she was told, pushing her hands slightly behind her and leaning back as she drew
her legs apart. The dog was directly in front of her curled toes and taut arches. The dog
looked at her, tilting his head to one side, uncertain of what he should do now. It
growled in frustration.
Even in the dark Diana could see something large, tubular and thick swaying and
bobbing between his powerful legs. A chill of terror ran through her body. It was the
Doberman's cock, fully extended, probably readied for cunt plowing.
The animal growled louder now, his right front leg stepping forward once while his
head dropped to the level of her pussy. Diana felt her flesh pucker up into goose
pimples as she saw his thick tongue dripping hot spittle to the ground. His lips curled
back, revealing a long row of sharp teeth that gleamed in the moonlight.
She could see his muscles ripple with tension and excitement as the dog took another
step forward toward her pussy. The animal stretched his head forward once more, his
nostrils quivering more excitedly as he sniffed at her cunt juice.
"Oh God in heaven, help me," Diana groaned as she threw back her head and closed
her eyes tightly.
She could feel the Doberman's hot, wet breath blowing against her inner thighs. Soon
he'd be on top of her, shoving that pointed snout into her pussy. If only she'd gone
home with Jim!


Chapter 4

The big Doberman was breathing harder as he approached her bare pussy. The
growling grew more furious. Diana could see the hairs on the animal's neck standing
up as he pressed his cold, big black nose finally against the flesh near her left cunt lip.
Diana let out a small cry of horror and scooted backward instinctively. She tore up
clumps of grass in her trembling fingers as the big man laughed at her reaction.
"So nervous about taking a new lover?" he said, chuckling as he watched Diana close
her legs protectively.
As if on cue, the big dog leaped, his paws settling down hard on her legs just above her
kneecaps. Diana cried out, shrinking back from the growling Doberman as she felt his
sharp toenails dig and pierce into her tender flesh. She saw his stubby black tail
wriggling back and forth while his massive prong twitched and jerked up against his
flat, muscular belly.
Horror crept over her mind as she fell back onto her elbows. Escape was impossible. If
she tried to make a break for it, either the dog or the master would destroy her. All she
could do was lay helplessly and let the animal work his will on her.
Quickly the dog began licking, lowering his head and lapping at her kneecaps, her
thighs, and her legs. Diana let out a long, low wailing moan of submission. Her throat
tightened and went dry as she rolled up her eyes to the sky and begged God to kill her
now before the animal had fucked her.
And yet, his pink tongue was SO warm and wet. There seemed to be something
comforting, almost caressing about his licking. She felt her skin puckering up into
gooseflesh wherever his hot, wet oral organ slobbered.
Diana felt her arms go limp. She felt herself going breathless with the furry dog's
eagerness. What in all things holy was happening? Just as with the cigarette, what
should have been horrifying was actually excruciatingly exciting. She should have been
crying out for help. With every last ounce of decency she should have died resisting the
brutality of this unknown sadist and his licking animal. But something inside her was
unfurling its dark wings, beating them against her soul and taking over her mind as the
big black dog lathered her thighs with animal spittle. Gradually Diana realized she was
urging the dog to excite her further!
"Oh, p-please!"
Diana rolled over onto her belly and sucked in a ragged breath as the big Doberman
bobbed his head around. He saw the curly cunt hairs sticking out from the hot spot he
had been sniffing at seconds earlier. He moved forward; nosing around her ears until
her neck was thoroughly wet.
"Like it, honey? Just think of that big old dog on top of you, lickin' you from head to
toe. Boy, that sure feels good," the big man said mockingly.
The words should have cut down her pride, made her rise in indignation. But she could
only murmur in agreement as she gave herself entirely to the dog. She could feel the
stiff grass working into her cuntal cleft, pushing into her hot, wet hole while several
blades knifed into her clitty. She groaned, clenching her cuntal muscles together and
rubbing her slick sides together as the grass prickled her snatch.
The animal stood over her, his legs braced on either side of her back. He licked down
her curved spine, lathering down the hollows and bumps glistening in the moonlight.
Diana let out a shivery moan, spreading her knees farther apart while she hunched her
crotch down and worked her cunt lips against the grass.
Slowly the blonde coed lifted her ass, wagging it obscenely for the animal. What was
happening to her? She wondered that question again. She had lost her virginity only a
few hours ago, and now she was doing something that most vulgar whores would refuse
to do. Yet, oh God, the dog felt good!
The Doberman growled and wet each rising, creamy, glowing ass cheek with his sloppy
tongue. He smoothed it between her tight little crack until his hot spittle dribbled down
over the thick curls of her cunt. It was something she had never done in her life and
Diana arched her back more, rose up on her knees to give the dog more room.
She realized she was panting as hard as the dog. The weight of her big titties hanging
down from her chest excited her even more. She wobbled, gasping for breath while the
dog's strong tongue brushed over the top junction of her swelling cunt lips and her
unsheathed, puffy clitty.
Diana let out a low growl herself, rocking backward and begging silently for the animal
to lick her sore, aching, stiff clit one more time. She felt him working lower on her
loins. The blonde hung her head down, her golden hair dangling like a thick, matted
veil in front of her flushed face. Her nostrils flared while drool hung in strings from the
corners of her mouth.
She was cumming, actually cumming because of the savage licking of this animal. What
humiliation! What a horror show to admit to! And yet there was nothing to deny the
fact that she had become worse than the common street slut she had had so much
contempt for.
Gradually the blonde parted her thighs until her inner cunt lips opened up. The dog
pushed hungrily at that spot, raking his tongue under her cuntal mound, then curling it
back upward.
"OHHHH!" Diana cried, pulling more grass up with her fingers as lust roared through
her tightening snatch.
She collapsed on her belly, rolling over on her back again and parting her legs for the
animal. The dog pulled back, then jumped forward, placing his paws against the
woman's inner thighs while he pushed his black snout into the mouth of her cunt. He
sniffed and panted at the steamy, soaked flesh. Diana kicked out her right leg as the
tense thrills built.
"How many guys on campus, baby? How many walked by and wished they could slip
something hot and stiff into that little tight cunny. And all you did was wiggle that ass
around and laugh at them."
Diana couldn't hear a word he was saying. The blood rushed through her veins,
drumming in her ears.
"If they could only see you now," the big man said, chuckling as he squatted down to
her right and watched the big Doberman lather her pussy with his foamy spittle.
The dog was growling a soft, smothered growl of lust. Diana felt herself moaning back.
Her slender fingers curled into the soft ground under her, tearing at the field grass and
ripping some up by their roots. With a great effort the blonde coed dragged her hands
up to her chest and ran them over her swollen tits.
Ohhh, did it feel good to relieve some of the pressure building under her stiff, red,
rubbery nipples! Diana squeezed both of them hard between her thumbs and
forefingers. The sharp little pain telegraphed down to her cunt, making it wink shut
and nearly trapping the Doberman's snaking, wet tongue.
As she rolled her head from side to side on the ground, pieces of dried grass and dead
leaves clung to her dampened hot cheeks. Tears rolled from her bulging eyes while
drool spilled freely from her half-opened mouth.
Diana was out of control, spinning around and around as that big Doberman lapped up
her free flowing cunt juices. She was shifting her thighs from side to side now, grinding
her hips to give a subtle friction to her cuntal walls. Oh, if only she had something IN
her! The dog's tongue was only teasing her, promising her of something more to come
when there was nothing!
Raising her head, she looked down under the Doberman's belly. Even in the moonlight
she could see the dark red spear of his cock. It seemed to have slipped an inch or two
out farther and glistened with its natural lubrication. Suddenly the idea of that big dog
mounting, stabbing her with his spear like, knobby prong no longer repulsed her. She
thought of all the times she had seen a bitch being pursued down the street by male
dogs, their tongues hanging out, their eyes rolling in their heads while the fat reddened
tips of their cocks slid in and out of their furry sheaths.
"OHH God!" Diana shuddered, babbling with excitement as she squeezed her fat titties
as hard as she could.
Then the blonde coed dragged her hands down farther, sliding them over the thin layer
of perspiration that had coated her flesh. It had mixed with the foul-smelling piss
sprayed onto her earlier by that man. And yet mixed with her sweat and cunt juice, it
produced an odd perfume that was strangely intoxicating.
"Dog can't satisfy you either, baby? Gotta play with yourself?"
Diana ignored the comment as she pushed her fingers through her spit soaked hairy
snatch. The dog's tongue lapped over them, making her shudder and twist her lips up
in a strange smile. She felt a strange tingling sensation on her titties, cunt and upper
lip.
Her eyelids began to flutter while her chest tightened until she thought it would rip
apart. Diana jerked her hand up, feeling for the big dog's head. Wrapping her fingers
around the dog's thick neck, the blonde held his head down so he lapped her velvet
cuntal slit open.
She half sat up, watching the dog licking her pussy. His tongue rubbed her flooding
pussy meat. The animal wagged his powerful hips. More of his red cock slithered out.
Diana felt as if she could scream with passion. Her blonde cuntal hair clung together in
wet little curls along the edge of her pussy lips.
Sitting with her legs partially crossed now made her able to see the tendons in her inner
thighs bulging out whenever the animal slurped upward along the slippery length of
her cuntal cleft.
The girl rocked back and forth, tossing her head from side to side and babbling
obscenities.., how she wanted that cock inside her! How foul it seemed to be thinking
thoughts like that. But sitting there in the dark with the large, powerful Doberman
panting and licking at her pussy, Diana couldn't help herself.
If only her hot, tight cunny had some stiff dick meat rubbing up and down, forcing her
sticky pussy walls into a tunnel as they clung to the spearing sausage-like prick! To feel
something hot and muscular crawling over her body, pinning her down, crushing her
nipples with a brutal force while a cock plowed through her snatch! The thought of
something like that drove the girl wild. Her eyes bulged out then rolled around in her
head as her breaths came in shallow, uneven pants.
The Doberman shifted his head to the right and closed his teeth down lightly on the
ridged muscle suddenly. Diana caught her breath, then let out a delighted cry of
surprise. She fell back on the grass and thrust her mound upward. She tossed it around
in tiny, jerky circles, whimpering for the dog to eat her out again.
He pushed forward, lapping and sniffing. If only it could go on for hours. If only she
could lay there unbothered, writhing on the grass like a snake while that big dog had
his head burrowed in her wet, swampy pussy, licking and reaming out her snatch. She
imagined her thighs encrusted with dried cunt juice and spittle as orgasm after orgasm
rippled across her twat.
Then it happened. She felt the friction from the Doberman's tongue build in seconds to
her climax. The dog humped his ass wildly up and down, rubbing his hot cock against
the soft grass as her pussy climaxed. He licked and lapped her cunt while Diana could
feel the shake of his shoulders. There was that strong back and the subtle, erotic
movement of his body.
"Yes, oh yesssss!" she hissed.
"Cummin', babe?" the man asked cynically as he watched Diana's legs fall apart, only to
snap together once more.
Her hands went wild, caressing the thick neck of the Doberman's, then moving back
down to her cunt, up her chest to her jiggling titties where she caressed the big mounds
and crushed her nipples once more, then down to her shuddering cunt once more.
She hugged the Doberman's body with the insides of her knees as he brought her up to
that final throbbing hurt, that hurt so keen that an odd kind of pleasure boiled from it
as her hot juices bubbled from the crevices of her cunt and wet down the big black
animal's furry muzzle.
She could hear the slick sounds of the dog's tongue on her cunt, lapping up the
increased flow of salty coot juice. The sucking and clicking with each jerky, shifting
movement she made resounded in her ears like the roar of a cannon. Everything
seemed to excite her at that moment. Diana felt all the strings being cut loose. She was
floating up in a climax more shameful than any she had ever had. Yet, how deliciously
wicked she felt. And how good that throbbing itch and scratch felt.
The cumming seemed to take forever. She grunted and laughed, unable to stop moving.
Her moans and her feverish squirming seemed to set off the dog in a wilder fury. He
made strange grunting growls against the hot mess of her cunt. Those sounds made her
open her knees even wider.
As her passion peaked again, the dog opened his jaws and ran the sharp edges of his
teeth along her outer labes. That sensation drove her wild, dragging more tight, high
pitched whimpers from her throat. Her hands were back on him, caressing his powerful
neck, smoothing down his hot, sweaty sides. And then she ran her fingers along his flat
belly, reaching back farther and farther, wondering what would happen if she were to
touch that long, knobby thing. What would the dog do?
In a second Diana got her answer. She felt something hot and rubbery with the back of
her hand. From the surprised howl of the Doberman she guessed it was his prick.
Unable to restrain herself, the girl ran her palm up and down the slick, knotty cock.
Immediately the dog started hunching up and down, fucking her hand as if it were a
bitch dog's pussy. He humped his cock against her hand, moving back occasionally and
rubbing it against her knees and shins.
"Uhhhh, nooo!"
His doggie cum came quickly. She felt his jizz splatter her forcefully on her wrist and
upper leg. The big dog moaned and howled, tossing his head from side to side while his
body shuddered from the force of his orgasm.
As Diana came down from her sexual high, she realized how disgusting this all was and
she tried to wiggle away from the spurting blasts of animal slime.
"Nooo! Oh God! Noooo," Diana cried as the Doberman finished dumping his load
onto her.
Quickly the dog backed off after finishing, trotting back to the tree and curling up like a
snail. He lapped the tip of his receding cock as Diana sank back down to the grass and
moaned with horror at her actions.
"Well, little whore, you did that very well" the man said.
He fell onto his knees and scooted over to her.
Reaching down with his right hand, he grabbed a handful of her matted, dirtied blonde
hair and pulled up violently. Diana grunted, feeling the tears welling up once more in
her eyes as she thought he was going to tear her hair from her head.
"I should take you away to my place where we can really work you over, baby. You'd
never walk around the fuckin' campus so proud once I laid you."
Diana tried to get a good look at the man. His broad-brimmed cowboy hat was still
bent down, covering his face. If only she could get a glimpse, so she could identify him
and stop this terror from happening again!
"Old Sam there wanted to get a hot little pussy. Too bad you brought him off with a
hand job," the man said, letting go of her hair.
Diana sank back to the dirt, sobbing and clawing at the grass. He was talking about her
and the dog as if that animal were her lover. How could she have let herself do
something like that? It was unholy, unnatural It was bad enough to be forced into this
situation. But to have actually enjoyed it, to have actually begged to have that doggie
cock rammed into the mouth of her cunt was, she couldn't find words to describe how
she felt.
"Sam took care of his needs. Now I'll take care of mi..."
Diana let out a scream as she felt him roll her roughly over on her belly and mount her
from behind. She cried out again, then felt his gloved hands on her mouth. She could
taste the sharp flavor of leather as he rubbed his body over her buttocks. What was he
planning to do to her?
Moving his right hand down from her mouth, the big man pushed it between their
bodies and unzipped his Levi's. Diana could feel him fiddling around with something
down there. Then she felt a long, hot rubbery brush against her ass cheeks. He was
going to fuck her in the ass!


Chapter 5

Diana bit at the fingers pushing down into her mouth as hard as she could. But the big
man's gloves were too thick for her to do any good.
She felt his slimy, slippery cock working across her ass cheeks, sliding like a greasy
sausage across her buttocks while he buried his face in the nape of her neck and
moaned obscenities that made her flesh crawl with terror and revulsion. His hips
undulated sensuously over her thighs while his big legs pinned hers down to the damp,
cold Ground.
Diana turned her head to the right and begged for him to kill her. She felt degraded
beyond all possible belief. She knew he would turn her into one of those walking
zombies that all his victims eventually became. None of his victims were sane, and few
doctors gave them much hope for recovery. Better to die than to go through life as a
vegetable!
But he ignored her pleas, rocking his thighs back and forth until his fat dick was
worked into her tight ass crevice. Diana groaned again as she felt him part her mounds.
He was breathing heavily now, his breath catching occasionally as he humped his cock
in and out of her ass slit. The hand that had pulled out his dick now slid down her
right thigh until he was directly under the blonde coed's twat.
Diana gasped as she felt his gloved hand toy with her spit soaked cunt hairs. His fingers
tapped her pussy lips, pushing the outer labes in, then letting them spring back while
he slipped his cock a little deeper into her ass crack. He spread her pussy lips apart with
his fingers, running his thumb along the full length of her swelling cunt lips.
Oh God, why was she responding to him so quickly after cumming with that filthy,
horrible dog?
"So, my little whore, you like leather, hmmm?
You like to have a man on top of you, crushing you, destroying you, humiliating you?"
His voice was thick, menacing and passionate. Yet there was something burningly
exciting about it. The idea of her being trapped under the body of a sex maniac was
making her pussy tighten up under his gentle caresses.
Trapped this way, Diana felt any sense of guilt that she might have had concerning her
actions disappearing. She was being forced to submit to this man and his depraved
appetite. Could anyone blame her for what she did and how she felt?
Although the blonde refused to admit it to him, she groaned in passion as he pinched
her unsheathed clitty between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel his gloves
become wet with her bubbling, frothing cuntal oil. Oh God, she was going to cum
again!
"You're all alike," he said with hatred quivering in his voice. "Pretending you're all
vestal virgins with a pussy more precious than gold when all you really want is a fat,
hard cock up your twat!"
Diana felt her skin crawl with delight.
"Ohhhh," she sighed out long and low as she raised her hips, then brought them down
on the fucking hand. She did it again and again, impaling her pussy on the big man's
gloved fingers while she wiggled her ass like the tail of a bitch in heat. She could feel
his cock working down lower and lower until he hit bottom.
The big man sighed in her ear, flicking his tongue in and out of her hearing channel
and making her neck crawl with pleasure. She felt her titties being crushed into the dirt,
sharp blades of dried grass digging into her hardened red nipples as the big man started
to hunch back.
He dragged his cock along her ass crack until she could feel it's domed head stop at her
tight little bunghole. The blonde sucked in a deep breath and held it as she felt him
move his other hand to her shitter and caress the brown, wrinkled skin surrounding her
hole. The leathery touch made her shudder as he trailed the seam of one of the gloved
fingers around her ass slit.
Then, without warning, the big man slipped in his forefinger, pushing the sensitive
asshole membranes apart and squirming his digit around Diana's shit chute like an
invading snake.
The girl cried out, closing her eyelids tightly and jerking up her knees as a sharp pain
racked her ass. Oh, would it hurt this much? Would his ass fucking take away the
intense pleasure smoldering in her cunt?
"Oh yeah, looks like nobody's gotten to your fuckin' shitter yet," he moaned, reaming
her out with his finger, then pulling it out with a soft squishy pop. Then there was a
spitting sound as he lubed his cock with saliva.
Then he was back down on top of her, digging his hands into her sides while he pushed
the tip of his cock against her virgin bunghole.
"WHRRRRR!" Diana grunted.
Her fingers dug into the soft dirt. She tried to crawl along the ground but the big man
held her in place. A strange choked rattling came from her mouth as the man inserted
his stiff, fat dick into her asshole.
Diana cried out as the cunt splitter was at work in her ass now, splitting apart her
cheeks. As the girl bucked under him, the man reached down once more under her
thighs and shoved his right hand up to her pussy. His fingers toyed with her clitty once
more while he grunted and pushed his dick into her tight hole. Diana still cried out,
inhaling hoarsely, gulping in lungfuls of air as she felt her ass being torn apart.
"You're hurting me," Diana cried in a strangled voice.
"Shut up," he said gruffly, pinching her right cunt lip between his fingers while he
moved his thighs back and forth and continued shoving downward.
The blonde grunted with each forward thrust. Gradually she could feel her clenching
sphincter muscle giving way under the pressure. The dull ache in her asshole grew
sharper and sharper as the tip of his cock head slid past her asshole lips and began
burrowing into the warmth of her shitter. "N-no," Diana stammered.
Her hole tightened once more and rebelled as the cock head split her shit chute and
plunged into the depths of her bowels. Diana's eyelids fluttered open and she let out a
long, low howl of horror. His dick head sank lower and lower like the diamond tip of
an oil drill.
She felt her body crunching and splitting under his cock's invasion while the big man's
fingers toyed with her cunny.
No, she couldn't get any pleasure from this degrading act. As much as he thumbed her
clit and pinched her cunt lips, the blonde could only think of the grinding pain and the
horror of what was happening to her.
"Fuck, you're tight but good," the man said as he settled his fat dick root onto her
asshole lips.
Diana hadn't seen his cock fully extended, but she guessed he must be eight inches at
least and as fat as they come. She could feel his dick throbbing against her stretched
asshole while his balls rested atop her rounded ass globes. If only she could turn on to
this. If only she could get her clitty to throb and beat like a drum, then the pain and
humiliation would go away at least temporarily.
"Ohhh, yeah babe," he groaned as he started pulling his dick out.
Diana screamed and immediately found a gloved hand clamped tightly over her mouth.
"I warned you, baby, I'm not afraid of taking care of that big mouth of yours if I have
to," he said menacingly as he drew his dick head out to her asshole, then left it
dangling, poised for another thrust.
Diana waited nervously as she felt her asshole fold back to its comfortable size. Then he
was back in, painfully tearing at her shit chute. In and out, in and out, he fucked her
shitter with his dick as if it were some animal to be beaten with a club.
At the same time he continued fingering her cunt, tugging at her cunt hairs, peeling
back her squishy, juice slickened cunt lips, digging his gloved fingers into her coot
meat, rubbing her clitty shaft up and down. And surprisingly, he was getting results. As
if in answer to her prayer, forces were at work in Diana to relieve her of the pain
racking her shitter.
"Ohhhh," the blonde coed cried out, resting her head gently on the grass and raising
her ass cheeks obediently to the man's hammering crotch.
Her pussy was on fire again, stoked up to scorching temperatures by his fiddling
fingers. Her cunt spasmed and the itch intensified as her clitty twitched and smarted.
Diana could tell her orgasm was only a few minutes away. A few more thrusts of that
powerful, degrading cock and she would cum.
The man fucked with greater force, tearing into her shitter, grunting, groaning, and
finally stiffening suddenly. Diana could feel his legs twitching, then pressing down
harder onto hers. She felt his kneecaps dig into her upper thighs while the fingers of his
right hand plunged into her cunt like a dagger. His breath grew shallow, then came in
pants while his chest jerked and hammered against the small of her back.
Diana knew he was cumming, dumping his filthy, hot sticky spunk into her bowels.
The thought of it made her want to retch as much as it excited the hell out of her.
"FUUUUUCK!" he cried, pulling at her clitty, then rolling it back and forth like a pea
while his cum scalded the insides of her shitter.
The sudden spurting made her jerk forward and giggle. She felt the grass scraping along
her naked belly while her cunt constricted tightly. She was cumming on his fingers,
blowing her own load while she felt her ass ballooning out with his hot jizz.
Spittle slicked the comers of her mouth, her tongue darting out, catching the droplets of
spittle while her eyes glazed over with obscene lust. Oh, how could she act this way
with her rapist? And yet there was no controlling her actions. He was driving her
insane with all these new sexual experiences she'd never thought of, let alone practiced.
The big man shot the remainder of his cum, then jerked away with a loud, low grunt.
Diana felt his softening dick slide quickly from her shitter. Tremors crawled up and
down her body as he pulled free of her ass. The blonde lay on the ground for several
minutes, not making a sound as her attacker stood up shakily, flopped his flaccid dick
into his Levi's, and zipped up his fly.
"Just leave me alone," Diana sobbed as she felt the man's hands slip under her arms.
He ignored her pleas, rolling her over onto her back. The girl lay limply on the ground,
looking up into the darkened face staring down at her. The shadow created by the brim
still made it impossible for her to see who he was.
"Sam!" he said in a cold, steely voice.
Diana groaned. Not another dog licking. What more could he do to her? Wasn't all this
degrading enough? The blonde coed felt like a piece of dead meat on the ground. Let
him work his worst. She was indifferent to everything now, and she only wished she
could lose consciousness.
The big Doberman had been dozing, indifferent to the ass fucking Diana had received
from the brutal rapist. Hearing his name now, the dog pricked up his ears and raised
his head. The Doberman saw Diana resting on her back, her legs pulled up in spreadeagled 
fashion while his master was glaring down at the girl. Surely this promised for
more fun.
Pricking his ears up, the large animal rose quickly to his feet and trotted over to the
girl.
"Wanna fuck that pussy, Sam? It's a little greasy, but it'll do that cock of yours a lot of
good," he said, reaching down and trailing the fingers of his right hand along the tight
little slit of her cunt.
Diana shivered, trembling now at the thought of being fucked by that animal.
As the rapist toyed with Diana's pussy, Sam lowered his head and started licking first
his master's fingers, then the pussy meat. A feverish tingle swept through the woman's
belly. Here she went again! Oh God, were there no limits to her depravity?
The Doberman smelled her puffy cunt lips. When the tip of his tongue pressed along
the closed slit, Diana cried deep in her throat. She was heating up again the third, or
was it the fourth, time that night! God help her, she was turning into a nympho!
She widened her legs while the dog moved in to get a better angle. The big man moved
to one side, taking his hands away and watching Diana once more fall under the
influence of Sam's wonderful, hot wet tongue. Her mouth was growing slack again
while her eyelids drooped heavy with lust.
Her cunt was getting hotter and damper while that sloppy pink tongue went deep,
raking her clitty again. Sparks burst through her sensitive pussy membranes while a
new flood of sexual butter coated her cunt lips. The Doberman's red cock was slipping
out of its black furry sheath again, bobbing up and down as he worked his sharp
tongue around her steamy cuntal folds.
Oh, it felt so good, especially after that cruel, painful fucking she'd received in the ass.
"Ohh, it feels good, sooooooo good," Diana said shamelessly as she rocked her thighs
back and forth.
Her knees rose and fell, making her legs look like the wings of a butterfly. Diana
sucked in a ragged breath as she let herself go completely once more. The girl panted
hard, feeling dizzy as the Doberman gained another inch into her cunt. He growled as
he rimmed the edges of her pussy mouth. She could feel the muscles around her snatch
convulse deep inside.
As the animal's tongue slithered over her clit once more, bathing it in a thick layer of
hot sticky spittle, Diana lifted her knees all the way to her titties. Sam yipped and
scooted forward on the ground, his velvet tongue lapping and lapping.
The feel of her clit being pressed down into the puffy folds of her cunt meat made her
gasp with excitement. Diana felt her heart beating like a bass drum in her chest,
threatening to rip through her ribcage at any second. She grew dizzier and dizzier, her
cunt flooding with hot sexual butter as Sam lapped up the juices hungrily.
"He's gonna fuck you baby. Old Sam's going to slip his horny little prick into your
snatch."
The words excited Diana incredibly.
"Ohhh... ohhh God," Diana sighed.
Sam had pushed his tongue inside her pussy. It was as if he were looking for something
or burrowing into her pussy meat to bury something. It was impossible for her to keep
still.
She moved her hips to one side, then moved it back the other way. She was rocking her
body like a boat tossed in a stormy harbor. Her tender, slick, glistening cunt flesh
stretched and itched tantalizingly, opening more and more secret folds and hollows to
Sam's lapping, licking tongue.
"Cum, baby, cum," the man urged. Diana rolled her head to the right and saw he'd
taken his cock out of his Levi's once more and was massaging it. It stood out between
the zippered teeth of his fly-long, thick, threatening, glistening with a layer of his jizz
from his former climax.
She was surrounded by cock meat inches and inches of hot, hard, spurting dick meat. It
was more than she'd ever dreamed about even in her erotic fantasies at home. The wet
mess between her legs was throbbing now. Her pussy was swollen, feverish.
She bobbed her ass around in tiny circles as the big animal brought her closer to the
final rush of excitement. She raised her hands, curling her fingers in the fur of his neck.
The blonde held him hard against her dripping cuntal mound. Diana could feel herself
cumming, spinning up, up to that sexual plane that would relieve her of the tensions
clawing at her cunt.
Diana groaned and heaved her ass wildly as the throes of orgasm hovered over her like
a deadly black cloud. Suddenly that wonderful, hot-wet organ that had driven her to the
brink was gone.
Diana let out a growl of frustration and opened her eyes, looking through glazed pupils
at the big man in front of her. He held the Doberman tightly by the forelegs, keeping
his arms away from the snapping jowls of the excited dog.
"Get on your fuckin' hands and knees," he ordered.
Diana then tucked her legs under her body and rolled over. Each movement was
painful, frustrating, as she felt her cunt lips ooze with juice.
Oh God, if she could only cum now!


Chapter 6

Diana felt her palms sinking into the soft, wet ground as the big Doberman mounted
her. His powerful forelegs slid up her sides while his hind legs stomped nervously
behind her.
Sam growled, tilting his handsome black head to one side while pricking up his pointed
ears. Diana groaned as she felt his sharp toenails scratch her sides, sliding across her
protruding ribs until they were almost up to her hanging titties.
Her nipples brushed against the grass as the young blonde coed felt the Doberman's
weight crush down on her. She never knew a dog could be so heavy. His short, tickling
fur warmed her goose-fleshed skin while his hot pointed cock brushed against her right
upper thigh.
Diana felt a different emotion. She wanted that animal's prick stuffed inside her. Yet the
idea of being raped by a dog frightened and sickened her.
Another howl from the dog's throat made her scalp crawl with terrified revulsion. She
could feel his hot heavy, uneven breath blow against the back of her neck. He was
lowering his head, pressing his snout against the side of her face while he lapped at her
ears.
Diana let out a long, shuddering moan as she spread her knees farther apart. She could
feel her cunt lips unsticking, getting ready for the fucking she both dreaded and desired.
"Ohhh," the woman moaned, surprised at how low and gravelly her voice had become.
The grass tickled her heavy, hanging boobs while Sam tightened his forelegs around her
chest. Diana cried out again, begging the dog to get it over with. Her cunt was filled
with sexual heat, opening, then snapping shut again. The dog barked nervously, grow
ling, then repositioned himself to stab his doggie boner into her cunny. Diana sucked
in a ragged breath and held it, waiting for the dog to complete his unnatural act with
her.
Slowly she felt the wet, hot, pointy thing drag down from her shitter, along the narrow
crack to her furry little cunt hole. It stopped just at the top junction of her swollen cunt
lips, brushing heavily over her pearl-like clit and making the blonde gasp.
Diana felt as if someone had attached an electric wire to her clitty. The dog whined,
banging his head against the blonde as he hunched down and moved his prick to her
hole.
The blonde coed sobbed as she felt him pushing forward. His knobby, slick, red cock
sliced gently into her pussy cleft, parting the hot puffy membranes and peeling them
back as it drilled slowly into her waiting hole. Diana felt Sam's prick slip past her outer
labes and slide into her pussy. The woman cried out again and again as more inches of
Sam's prick slipped into her. What was happening to her? She was becoming like the
filthiest of whores to walk this planet. And yet Diana realized she was responding to the
big dog's insistent cock. Her pussy was rumbling with delight, spasming, actually
embracing the sliding cock as if it belonged to a human being!
"UNNNNNGH!" Diana growled as the Doberman's long, slick, knobby dick shaft
slipped deeper and deeper into her hole. Its gradually growing thickness spread her
labes farther and farther apart. The stretching gave strange tingles to her clit shaft.
The woman backed up slightly, feeling Sam's big paws digging harder into her soft skin
as he pushed his cock all the way up to the big knot just in front of his dick root.
Realizing he couldn't work that knob into Diana's pussy, the growling Doberman
began fucking her rhythmically with what dick meat he could stuff in her. The screwing
released a firestorm of lust through her wet, messy snatch. Her clit popped up
completely now, sputtering with lust, as Sam pushed deeper and deeper into Diana's
sloppy box.
The blonde coed groaned, falling down farther as her ass bobbed and swayed with each
downward thrust. She moved her body back and forth, scraping her titties along the
grass and reveling in the sharp sensation the dried grass made as it speared in to her
nipples.
Her pussy membranes flamed red, puffed out with blood, glistening with snatch juice
and doggie spittle as Sam fucked and fucked. Diana was wagging her ass once more
while she babbled endearing phrases to the dog.
The bumps on the animal's cock were like the bumps on a French tickler. They
increased the maddening sensation of the animal's prick rubbing against her snatch.
Hot/cold chills tore at her flesh while Sam's knobby dick torpedoed in and out of her
pussy.
"OHHHH, mmmmmmm," Diana hummed, swaying back and forth, jerking and
twitching like a speared fish. Her mind buzzed. Lights seemed to pop in front of her
eyes as the friction in her cunt grew.
Sam's fucking was getting faster now. She felt his powerful haunches slamming down
on the top of her buttocks. His front paws dug into her flesh, the nails fully extended
and ripping into her skin. He was howling like a wolf, biting the back of her neck,
drawing blood as he fucked himself up to cumming.
For Diana, she was ready any time. Those bumps, the slickness of that rubbery doggie
dick splitting her cuntal walls apart and dribbling jizz into her hot little hole, it all drove
her wild, making her pussy rumble and clutch at Sam's prong.
The frenzied girl beat the dirt with her fists as she felt her nipples swell up and throb.
Suddenly she was feeling light and airy. The big Doberman sensed her growing climax
and froze, yelping and whining deep in his throat while he threw his doggie dick into
her pussy in rapid, little jerks.
Diana's muscles tensed. The cords stood out on her neck while the tendons pressed
against her flesh around her thighs. The blonde could feel her cuntal muscles
contracting, releasing, and contracting again, gently milking Sam's prodding cock.
Oh God, her cumming was agonizingly slow this time. She wished she could hurry it
up, make it come down on her like a blinking, blinding flash of lightning. But her body
had its own way, dragging out this climax until Diana was reduced to a shuddering,
whimpering hulk of sex flesh.
Her mouth opened as if she were about to howl in agony. Her cunt was throbbing.
Diana was gagging on her own spittle as she gasped for breath and found herself unable
to do anything. It was terrifying.
Every bodily function was frozen, suspended in time, waiting for her pussy to cum. She
had never been kept on the brink this long. The itching became unbearable, turning
into a brainsearing ache as the dog kept hammering, away at her cunny. The woman
cried out, turning up her hands and tearing at the flesh of her face with her fingernails.
Why couldn't she cum? Oh God, it was killing her. Her legs trembled mightily while
her arms collapsed from exhaustion.
Then the blonde felt something hitting the right side of her face. Rolling her head
painfully around and focusing her lust-dimmed eyes, Diana realized the man had jerked
off, aiming his long cock at her head and firing his hot jizz at her.
Oh, if only she could have jizz like that spurting into her cunny, burning into her
spasming pussy walls, trickling down into the bottom of her snatch as her clit throbbed
and beat out the ageold rhythm of female orgasm!
Diana sobbed with frustration, drowning with her own lust.
Then incredibly it happened all at once. The ache in her pussy became sharper and
sharper, slicing through her clitty until the first orgasmic contraction nearly pitched the
blonde forward from its force.
"UHHHHHHH!" the blonde cried in a long, low moan.
Thrills and chills raked over her sweaty skin as Diana nearly pulled free from Sam's
vibrating prong. She could feel it grow bigger and fatter in her clutching pussy. Oh,
how her meat wanted that hot, sticky cum all over it. How the blonde wanted to be
flooded in a sea of jizz, whether it was human or animal didn't matter much to her.
Then her wish was granted.
Sam rolled his head to the right, pressing against her right shoulder blade and letting
out a grunting growl. His cock swelled up, then contracted violently, squeezing out a
long, hot river of doggie jizz.
Immediately Diana let out a sharp cry of horror/delight, feeling something spurting
against the sides of her cumming pussy. She cried again and again, digging her
fingernails deeper into her face until she drew blood from her cheeks.
Something hot and wet was dribbling out from her snatch, running down the sides of
her thighs to her knees. Sam was filling up her twat with his cum, his powerful
hindquarters shivering with lust and relief as he finished dumping his load into her
pussy.
When the big animal finished, he climbed off the moaning blonde and trotted just
behind her attacker. Diana turned her head around, wincing as the last of her painful
cuntal contractions rippled away into nothingness. How she hated that man! How she
hated him for making her see what obscene, perverted lusts were stored inside her!
"Well, you've performed well," he said, standing above her and looking down with
contempt.
Tilting his head back slightly he curled his lips upward in an unnatural, sick smile of
triumph.
Diana turned her face away for a moment, feeling her belly tightening then turning
over. A bitter, sour taste gripped her throat and mouth as she fought not to vomit in
front of this man. Her body shuddered, shaking with the force of dry heaves as she felt
the cooling doggie cum oozing out of her sore pussy.
"I can always tell a broad who likes to get hurt, a masochist. It shows in the dumb glaze
of the eyes."
"I'm not"
"Oh, yes, you are. I knew you were the minute I saw you. You'll enjoy everything I do
to you, no matter how degrading, how filthy, how humiliating it is. Now get up," he
ordered in a harsh voice, bending down and flinging something at her face.
Diana raised her hands instinctively as the dark bundle hit her broadside. It was only
then she realized it was her clothing, torn and ragged from the brutal stripping he had
subjected her to while unconscious.
"Put those on."
Diana dressed obediently, her bright eyes fastened on the dark hulk in front of her.
Behind him lay the Doberman, his head lying peacefully on his front paws while his
large eyes glittered evilly in the night.
"Stand over there," he said, pointing to the tree after she had buttoned her blouse and
tucked it into her skirt.
Diana meekly obeyed, even thrusting her hands behind her as he bent down and picked
up the rope originally binding her ankles and wrists. She knew he hadn't yet finished
with her. The young blonde realized there was more to come, perhaps things that
would eventually destroy her mind, if not her body.
And yet, strangely, Diana looked upon the immediate future with anticipation. As
much as she dreaded what would happen, at the same time she waited for it as a young
girl waits for her birthday gifts. This emotional and sexual ambivalence disgusted her.
"Fine, my lovely whore," he said after tying her wrists tightly behind her. "March across
the fields in front of me."
Diana did as she was told, keeping her head down as she threaded her way through the
tall grass. Occasionally her feet stumbled over the uneven ground, slipping on hidden
rocks or falling into ruts and holes. She would pitch over, falling helplessly on her face
while the big man laughed, then kicked her in the sides or the butt. Sam ran around
her playfully, barking with excitement as if this were some kind of game.
After walking for what seemed at least a mile, Diana saw a dark, large van parked to
one side of a deserted service road. She recognized the drive, one used seldom unless
special events were being held at the university.
"Inside," the man said, pointing to the van. Diana walked with careful steps until she
came to the edge of the badly paved service road. He grabbed her by the right elbow
and guided the young blonde to the rear of the van, opening the unlocked double doors
and hauling her inside like a sack of potatoes. Sam followed, clambering in and trotting
up to the front seat where he curled up and watched disinterestedly as the big man laid
Diana down on the floor.
"Don't try anything cute," he said, scrambling over the rear of the driver's seat after
having closed and locked the rear doors behind him.
"What's your name? Diana asked after he fished out his keys, inserted them in the
ignition and started the engine.
"Is that important? Well, why don't you call me Enzo," he said, shifting into first gear
and pulling onto the road.
Enzo, Diana thought as the van rocked back and forth. Italian, mysterious, threatening.
To her surprise she found herself smiling as they jerked and bumped over the road.
Diana had no idea where they were going. She knew they'd come to the end of the
college drive and had turned onto one highway, then another, and then another. Finally
the van came to a halt.
"We're here. Just you and me, the two of us for the night," he said.
Diana felt a strange thrill of excitement ripple across her flesh like a flash of electricity.
Enzo turned off the engine, then climbed from the front of the van, walking around to
the rear and pulling the doors open. He gestured with his hand for Diana to scoot out
on her own.
Sam bounded past her, leaping from the edge of the van and landing with a soft crunch
on the gravel drive.
With some difficulty Diana scooted down to the edge of the floor, slipping down to the
ground and looking around at her new home. It was the picture of desolation, made
even more so by the bright, sterile moonlight.
All around there was rocky land, and in the distance low, rolling hills formed a natural
border. In front of her a large barn-like building stood darkened with the exception of
what appeared to be a dim light coming from the comer window. Nothing around the
immediate area suggested this was a farm or a ranch. Only this rotting, desolate
building stood in the middle of this vast barren plane.
Enzo led Diana across the drive to the front door with Sam trotting merrily behind. The
blonde was pushed inside where the smell of stale grain was thick. She was taken down
a set of rickety stairs into a dimly lighted basement. Like the odor of a slaughterhouse
this stink clung to the cement floor and stone sides of the foundation.
Diana wanted to ask him what kind of place this was.. what was it used for? She swore
she could smell something strangely wild, animal like, rising above the grain odor she'd
detected earlier. But the man behind kept silent, shutting her up whenever she began to
ask something.
There were a series of doors at one end of the basement. She was led toward these,
Enzo's fingers pressing into her arm. Diana noticed with fear the chains with manacles
dangling from the ceiling and heavy iron rings projected from the walls. Off to one side
was what appeared to be a mummy's case and next to it a wooden frame with a
headboard and footboard.
"This will be a good, long night for you," Enzo said, leading her to one door.
Quickly he opened the lock, pulling open the door. Inside there was a small cubicle
with a floor that was lined with a thick layer of yellow, dried straw.
"At least take the rope off my hands," Diana begged as Enzo shoved her roughly into
her cell.
"I'll be back," he said, shutting the door with a loud crash and bolting it.
Diana moved to the far end of her tiny cell, pressing her back to the stone wall, then
sliding down to the floor as she finally began sobbing uncontrollably.


Chapter 7

Diana had no idea how long she had been lying on the straw. Enzo had come in once
and untied her hands, saying no word and giving her no indication if he were holding
her for ransom or just keeping her around for his sexual plaything, to be dismissed
when he tired of her.
Although the young blonde had no idea where she was, Diana noticed one thing, an
almost overwhelming pungent odor of animals and grain. At times the girl would have
thought this was a barn. Yet she heard no sounds that would support this theory.
Curling into a tight little ball in one corner of her cubicle, Diana folded her arms across
her knees and laid her head down. She fought back the terror and sense of desperation
rising from her stomach as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
Her pussy still ached from the brutal animal violation she had been forced to endure.
But was she really forced? Couldn't she have refused and have risked death or a
beating?
But she had actually welcomed that Doberman's cock in her cunt. She had knelt there
on her hands and knees, her big titties dragging across the dirt and her fingers digging
into the soft grass while she wagged her firm round buttocks like a flag in front of the
growling animal.
She had reveled in the feel of his soft short black fur against her back, his powerful
forelegs wrapped, around her sagging belly, his toenails digging into her sweating flesh,
and especially that funnel shaped, red, slick, knobby, blue veined prick slicing open her
cuntal cleft and sinking into her twat until it nearly touched her womb.
Even now in the dark Diana could still feel that hard fleshy knob near the base of Sam's
prong root slapping against her twat lips, flattening them with the force of its battering
while the Doberman's tiny hairy balls rubbed against the bottoms of her dancing ass
cheeks.
Diana let out a low moan, shifting her feet and feeling her cunt lips unstick and slide
across one another from the sudden movement. This was where she belonged, trampled
in the dirt after having welcomed such a hideous sexual act as that.
With these thoughts Diana drifted off to sleep. She dreamed of thousands of pricks
chasing her, men, muscular and handsome, their large, thick cocks swaying back and
forth as they lunged after her. And yet she avoided them, hurrying toward a pack of
animals that howled like the hounds of hell. Both groups suddenly turned on her,
screaming they would tear her to pieces. And she stood still, smiling and waiting for
their fingers and claws to rip her to shreds!
"Oh!" the girl cried as she shook herself awake. A cold layer of sweat covered her flesh
as she raised her head from her folded arms and noticed the door in front of her was
open.
"My little whore's been sleeping," Enzo said, his hands on his hips.
The light was on behind him, casting his face in the shadows. Diana raised her right
hand and shielded her eyes, squinting them as she tried to make out his features.
"What are you going to do with me?" Diana asked in a quivering voice.
She gathered her feet under her and stood up, her ass and back pressed hard against the
stone wall behind her.
"A foolish question," Enzo said, pointing at her skirt. "Take that off, the blouse as well,"
he ordered briskly.
Diana, by now, knew not to countermand anything he wanted. Quickly she unbuttoned
the top of her skirt, unzipping the side and skinning it down past her knees. Stepping
out of the material, the young girl unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her
slender, white shoulders. In an instant she was standing nude before him. The faint,
sour odor of his piss still hung around her body.
"Even raped as you've been, you're still a beautiful woman. I might even take you for
the ancient Roman virgins if I didn't know better," Enzo said, his mouth twisting into a
sneer. "Come out," he ordered, stepping back out of the cell and into the larger room.
Diana obeyed, bending down her head to keep from banging it on the supporting
crossbeam. He ordered her to stand, then he took hold of her hips when she stumbled.
He held her steady and with his free hand pulled down a pair of heavy iron chains
suspended from the ceiling. Still holding her close to his massive chest, Enzo fixed the
manacles to her wrists.
As he snapped the lock, Diana swayed forward, feeling faint from what was happening
to her. The young coed thought she had stumbled back into the era of the Inquisition.
Her brain reeled as she thought of all the horrors those dungeons held for their victims.
Was this a maniac who got off on torturing young girls? Certainly Vicki had been well
worked over, as well as the others who fell victim to this madman.
As she swung forward and pressed harder against Enzo's body, she could feel the cotton
fabric of his shirt rubbing pleasurably against her passion swollen nipples.
Dear God, the iron terrified her as well as excited her! She could feel her cunny
tightening up once more. Her clitty was swelling again, feeling itchy and achey while
her cuntlips began to puff out. Diana looked up and stared into Enzo's face. He was
handsome, definitely from the Mediterranean, and definitely familiar...
"Getting hot already, aren't you?" he smirked. His cock was swelling and perking up
against his fly while his balls screwed up against the fat base of his cock and ached
horribly.
"God, God. I can feel your... your..." Diana hesitated, wondering if she should give into
this animal.
The coed began to feel a strange kind of familiarity with Enzo. In spite of the way he
had treated her and of the things he would do to her in the future, she felt she shared a
secret kinship with the man.
"You have to do this to a woman, don't you? You have to torture, to rape, to humiliate
to get satisfaction for yourself, don't you? The only way to get off is to see someone like
me swaying from the rafters in chains?"
"If you don't shut up, I'll give you something that'll make hanging from the ceiling
seem like a picnic at the nunnery," Enzo snapped.
But as he spoke his cock swelled and his balls tightened and he became light headed.
He pulled away from her with such force she began to swing. Arms suspended over her
head, Diana looked like a side of beef in a meat locker.
"I'll see how much spunk you've got left at the end of this session."
He crossed to the wall where a long chain was fastened. Enzo pulled on it and Diana's
arms tightened over her head as she was slowly lifted toward the ceiling. The girl cried
out, snapping her head from side to side as she shut her eyes against the pain she felt in
her shoulders. Her arms felt as if they would pull from the sockets as she dangled a few
inches off the cement floor. Slowly she swayed from left to right as Enzo returned to
where she stood. He jammed his right hand into his trouser pocket, producing a small
vial of yellowish liquid.
"I hope you're up to this," he said, opening the small bottle, then reaching in another
pocket and pulling out a red and white striped handkerchief. Enzo poured the liquid
over the rag, making a face as some of it dripped onto his fingers. Diana stared at the
pouring fluid, soon catching a whiff. The odor was strong, rancid, nauseating and
somehow horribly familiar.
Enzo unfastened the chain now, lowering her closer to the floor. When her feet were
nearly touching the floor, he locked it in place and came back to her. The rag left a
dotted trail on the cement from the chain to the coed.
"Time for a douche," he said, smearing the oily, foul liquid over her thighs.
Diana raised her head and set her jaw firmly. Whatever he was smearing over her pussy
hairs and inner thighs was warm and seemed to actually have a soothing affect. After he
coated her thighs, Enzo smeared her lower belly just above the hairline. Diana
whimpered. Her thighs tensed, exposing the tendons to the young man. Her belly
rippled and the steady stroking of the rough rag and oily fluid set her cuntal muscles
working. They closed and opened, making her cunt lips wrinkle shut, then smooth out
again. Enzo noted the physical reaction and grinned with satisfaction.
"You respond nicely."
"It smells awful!" Diana cried, jerking her thighs as Enzo returned to her pussy and
smeared the fluid all through her dark red, swelling meat.
Her clitoris vibrated and she tensed as she felt him rubbing that rag purposely over her
beating sex spindle. He was purposely jacking her off, digging his ragged fingernails
into her ass crack while he rubbed and rubbed that filthy rag over and over her clitty.
She inhaled sharply, tossing her head from side to side as she felt her lungs bursting
from the tension building in her swampy snatch. Finally her orgasm came as she drew
her knees up to her belly and yelped out a cry of sexual relief.
"You come easily now," Enzo commented, jerking her legs apart and exposing her tight,
narrow cuntal slit.
The dark pink outer labes were greasy and the aroma of her recent orgasm aroused
him.
Diana dropped her legs in despair as the final ripples of her climax warmed her snatch
and inner thighs. She sighed happily, feeling all her muscles relax as she swayed lightly
from the clattering chains above.
"Losing interest already? Come on, that's not like you," he said in a mock serious voice
as he capped the vial once more and shoved it back into his trouser pocket.
Giving her a last leer, Enzo turned and walked to the wooden stairway, climbing up
quickly. Diana could hear his heavy footsteps above her. He seemed to be searching for
something.
Minutes passed as the young blonde hung like a sack suspended from the overhead
beams. How her shoulders and arms ached from the weight of her hanging body! If
only she could reach the floor with one of her toes to help take the horrible pain off her
shoulders.
In a few minutes she heard Enzo coming back down the wooden stairs. Someone was
with him. Tilting her head back and looking over her right sore shoulder, the blonde
saw a shaggy, mangy dog trotting behind Enzo.
Then Diana realized where she'd smelled that horrible smell. Female dogs! Oh God,
this would be worse than with Sam! This one would take one whiff of her pussy and...
"No, in God's name, NO!" Diana cried, tugging pitifully on her bonds and kicking her
feet madly.
The wild motions made her body jerk and swing like a pendulum from the chains. Her
titties swayed and bounced together, swelling with terror and passion while sweat broke
out in beads along her broad, wrinkled forehead, zigzagging over her belly and down
into her matted, slicked-down pussy hairs. Her buttocks tensed, squeezing together and
hiding her narrow ass crack.
Diana shut her eyes and threw back her head, trying to block out what was walking
toward her. She could hear Enzo talking softly to the dog. What kind of place was this?
She knew she smelled other animals! He must be running some kind of kennel!
Oh God, save me from this, Diana prayed silently as she opened her eyes and watched
the mutt's heavy jaws dripping with drool and his eyes burrowing into hers. The dog's
head was lowered while his brown eyeballs rolled up and looked curiously at the
swinging woman. His short fur pelt bristled suddenly as his black nostrils suddenly
quivered. He had caught the scent!
His bushy tail dropped between his hind legs while his light gray fur seemed to bristle
with excitement. Diana guessed he was a cross between a collie and German Shepherd..
a big dog at any rate with a big cock. That she could see as it swelled quickly and slid
out of its dark sheath. It was long, bumpy and scarlet tipped.
The big animal spattered the floor with saliva as he followed the dotted trail made
earlier by the dripping rag to the helpless young blonde coed. Diana cringed and
watched wide-eyed as the dog came closer.
The animal was concentrating on the trail, though he glanced up occasionally at the
swinging woman. The girl saw his heavy muscles rippling with each forward step he
took. His cock seemed to be thicker than Sam's though not as long. Would he tear her
to pieces? Would he devour her pussy, taking it in his maw and chewing it into bloody
pieces while she begged, prayed and howled helplessly in the basement of this hell
house?
The dog was directly under her curled toes. It stopped, obviously at the end of his trail.
He looked up, uncertain now as to what to do. Growling, he paced the floor, looking
up at her pussy while his thick knobby prick jerked left to right, left to right.
Diana felt her cunny responding strangely to the sight of this animal's cock. It was
tightening again, dully throbbing, as she watched his thick tongue hang from the dog's
rounded muzzle. The anin1al stopped, tilted up his head and sniffed between her legs.
Then he circled behind her and sniffed the floor there. But the scent ended at Diana's
feet.
"He seems to be a little confused, baby. But don't worry," Enzo commented, standing to
her right and folding his thick arms across his chest. Diana turned her head toward him
and looked between his legs. She could see the crown of his stiffened cock pressing hard
against his fly.
Diana trembled and flinched uncontrollably. The dog was breathing harder and his eyes
glowed with a strange, excited light. His growling became louder and deeper while his
body trembled with lust. The animal's neck and back muscles strained while his pelt
rippled. Diana's eyes bulged out as she realized he was about to strike.
As the young girl threw back her head and let out a laughing shriek of horror, the dog
leaped, fastening his paws on her hips and burying its jaws between her legs.
The blonde screamed again, her shrieks growing higher and hoarser as she felt his hot,
furry muzzle burrowing between her cuntlips. She kicked her legs back and forth,
scissoring them wildly while she felt his tongue filling her hole.
He was crushing her clitty, actually rubbing her up to a second orgasm. The young
woman screamed and screamed. This was more brutal than the licking she'd received
from the Doberman. Her arms ached until she thought they would tear from her
shoulders.
The dog's claws scratched her thighs and upper legs for support, tearing the skin open
and drawing blood while his sandy tongue sapped her strength. Then the girl could feel
his sharp teeth tear at her puckered outer cuntlips and she thought it was the beginning
of the end.
His jaws snapped against her silky mound while his tongue still thrashed her clit. Diana
felt her orgasm boil over, speckling her thighs with cunt juice. It would be her last on
earth and with an animal!
She swung now against the animal. Her cunt lips clenched together, unclenching again
as the tongue filled her pussy and lathered her ditty shaft with spittle. The teeth still
raked her labes. Still rippling with climactic contractions in her cunt, Diana groaned,
tightening her thighs around his furry jaws and surrendering to his stroking tongue.
"Now I'll see if the fluid makes any difference," Enzo said with a grunt, pulling the
enraged beast away from her.
Diana wondered what he meant by that horrible remark.


Chapter 8

Enzo lowered Diana to the floor. As the cold dampness penetrated across her buttocks,
the big dog was released. Diana jerked her arms instinctively, trying to bring them
down to protect her naked, exposed pussy. But the chains and manacles held, rattling
with the young blonde's vain attempt to free her self.
It's coming now, Diana thought. The animal would rip her to pieces while Enzo stood
there smiling, amused at the carnage in front of him.
In an instant the dog settled between her thighs, his thick cock ramming her cunt.
Diana howled, tossing her head from side to side as the sharp claws dug into her
shoulders and titties.
The big dog was desperately fighting for balance as he leaned heavily against the sitting
coed. Diana felt her body pushed back by the weight of the big animal. His muzzle
nudged against her right cheek. The girl could feel his hot breath blowing into her ear
while his drool oozed down the side of her neck to her shoulder. His forelegs trembled
with lust and with fear of falling while his hind legs dug sharply into her knees.
Enzo worked the chains, lowering them a little more and forcing Diana back down onto
the cold, damp floor. The big animal pressed her harder and harder, his furry, powerful
snout edged harder and harder against her face. The blonde could feel his savage animal
power heating her flesh as his pointed cock scraped along her inner thighs. Her
degradation, her danger, her almost certain death at the hands of this maniac excited
her beyond belief.
Her back was at a forty-five-degree angle to the floor now while her legs stretched apart.
The girl was pinching her ass cheeks together, releasing them, then pinching them
together again as she tried to rub away the growing tight ache pulling at her clitty.
The toenails ripped at her titties and shoulders while the big animal squatted down and
hunched forward. Diana groaned, rolling her head from side to side as she felt the wet
little pointed end of his knobby prong brushing against her matted down cunt hairs. He
was inching that filthy thing closer to her precious cunny, grunting and growling as his
slimy drool slicked down her face and shoulders.
Diana found herself grunting as she squeezed her ass cheeks and tilted up her thighs to
give the animal a better angle to enter her. Strands of her golden blonde hair clung to
her dampened forehead and flushed cheeks as she waited for the ultimate doggie fuck.
In an instant he was in her, drilling his cock into her slick cunt. As he knifed his boner
into her pussy, Diana flinched, her muscles tightening and making her body jerk from
side to side as if someone were passing an electric current through her. Her teeth rattled
while her eyes rolled.
She screamed and laughed at the same time, jerking her ass over the concrete floor as
she felt those claws ripping open her flesh. Long red marks appeared on her chest,
titties and shoulders as the big animal was going out of control. He growled deeper and
hoarser, hunching his powerful ass forward and sweeping his tail slowly back and forth
against the floor as more and more of his slick, red, rubbery prong sliced into the
woman's pussy.
Diana cried obscenities to the heavens as she felt her outer labes peel back, then pucker
inward from the force of the animal fuck. The slick, bumpy top of the dog's prick was
scraping the tip of her clit, making it sputter with sexual life once more. Drool oozed
from the comers of her partially opened mouth while her eyelids drooped, heavy with
lust and unspeakable desire. Gurgling, gasping sounds came from her mouth while the
cords in her neck stood out.
"AHHHHH!" Diana cried in a long, low sighing growl as the cock pummeled her
snatch. It was triggering another orgasm as the constant vibrations assaulted her clit
shaft. Her climax spurted, combining with the bitch odor Enzo had rubbed into her
cunt. The combined odors excited the dog even more and he rammed her pussy harder
and harder.
Diana realized the dog was cumming. His jaws were opened and his eyes burning and
glistening with rage and lust. His hunching was incredibly fast, making slick sounds
against the wet walls of her snatch. While the big dog sliced his slimy dick through her
firm cuntal sheath, he licked her cleavage. The young coed gasped, then shook her
body, banging her heavy tits against the sides of his muzzle. The heat from his breath
against her nipples drove her higher and higher up the sexual mountain of orgasm.
In the distance she could hear Enzo laughing loudly, making obscene comments as to
her sexual frenzy with the animal. But nothing mattered to her any longer. All she
could think of was that wonderful thick cock slipping and reaming out her tight cunny
while his powerful muzzle was nestled between her big jugs.
"AHHHHH!" Diana sighed again, tossing her head back and letting out a strangling,
gurgling sound as if she were drowning.
She couldn't control herself any more. She was cumming, a nice, sharp, long cum.
Unlike the agonizingly slow climax she had had with the Doberman, this one promised
to be a burning series of contractions searing her brain and body.
When it exploded, it came in a series of rapid bursts, one following the other so closely
she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
She yelped and howled, her tit ties dancing, jouncing, jiggling across her chest while her
ass noisily slapped against the concrete floor made wet by her own sweat.
Her knees jerked involuntarily from the force of the contractions. The dog pushed his
cock into her smarting, itchy cunt, pressing his flanks against her cunt and growling
with satisfaction.
Diana howled again, feeling a steady, strong stream of jizz squirting out of the animal's
prick and into her cunny. She jerked at the chains, pulling at them and crying out as
the hot cum oozed out of her packed pussy. More and more came out of the balls of the
grunting dog. How much more of this could she endure? Her flesh throbbed from the
clawing it had received. What more could this maniac inflict on her?
"OHHHH!" Diana groaned, sagging in her bonds and turning her face away from the
animal as it finished dumping its load into her pussy.
He pushed forward once, then pulled away, sniffing at her slackening snatch. The dog
licked some of its own jizz from her right inner thigh, making Diana shrink back as
best she could and let out a groan of revulsion. How she could have actually welcomed
something like that to enter her she didn't know!
"Phew!" Enzo said after the dog had backed away and trotted to the stairway. He
climbed up the wooden steps, his toenails pattering on the stairs as Diana still sagged in
her chains.
"You smell like a kennel."
The words bit into Diana's pride.
"You animal! You disgusting pervert! You can stand there in your filth and say things
like that!"
"Talk like that and the experiments I perform on you'll not be as pleasant as the last,"
Enzo said grimly.
Enzo walked to a point just under the ascending stairs and fumbled with something in
the shadows. He walked back into the dim light, holding a fire hose by the brass nozzle.
She could hear the sound of water gushing through the old copper pipes on the wall.
Quickly he took aim at her cum oozing cunt, moving his right hand up to a handle just
behind the cuff of the nozzle and flicked it down. A thick stream of icy cold water
suddenly appeared, blasting against her cunt and making the blonde scream in a high
pitched shriek of agony.
Diana felt as if millions of sharp teeth were ripping at her body, tearing her cunt and
clitty to pieces while she clung helplessly to the chains above her.
Enzo moved the hose up, blasting the water against her boobs. She felt the mass of each
tit aching with strange arousal. The cold water mixed strangely with her body heat,
making her pussy and titties tighten up with excitement. She wept and sobbed as Enzo
played with the hose from her tits to her cunt.
The heavy rush of water on her clit and cunt hole made Diana's hips rise and fall. She
cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her upraised knees fall open. She
tried to keep the crazy tension and cuntal heat down by concentrating on the
humiliation and pain she was enduring. But her hips still rolled, embracing the stream
of water as if it were a cock.
The splashing waves of water bounced off her tits and filled her nostrils and mouth.
Diana turned her head to the left, coughing and gasping for air.
"You get turned on at anything," Enzo commented.
Diana said nothing, fighting for breath as she felt another orgasm building in her
crotch. She could feel the slow opening and closing of her cuntal sphincter that signaled
climax around the corner.
Diana twisted her hips, actually seeking out the stream of water now. It was starting to
feel more and more erotic. The lascivious mass of feelings in her crotch grew stronger,
beating and sharpening as the water attacked her clit.
Her skin squeaked on the wet cement floor. Diana knew all the sweat and cum of the
dog fucking had been washed off by now. She wanted to feel that tremendous sensation
again, that feeling of overwhelming sexual power that came as her pussy winked open
and shut with climactic spasms. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the peak of orgasm
to sweep over her.
A quick move of Enzo's arm swept the water across her titties once more, then back to
her cunt. The sudden cessation of icy pressure in her pussy made the rising wall of
excitement inside her slip a bit, then the renewed blast sent it higher than before. Enzo
was taking careful aim with the hose, his experienced movements adding to the lusty
rush of feelings all through Diana's body.
Again the hose blasted a stream across her belly and onto her titties. Diana felt the
water toying with her nipples longer this time, forcing the rubbery pointed peaks
toward her face. The full swell of her titties forced upward toward her face made her
cunt throb more lewdly. Oh, how she wished she could cum now!
The stream went back down to her cunt again, this time the water opening the flesh
around her clit. It felt like a big mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cuntal
mound. Diana groaned, tensing herself and grinding her thighs together to try to bring
on her orgasm.
The woman could have cried with frustration. Enzo played with the hose between her
outspread thighs. Only the ricocheting droplets now hit her pussy. The water bounced
from the floor to bathe the undersides of her thighs, then splashed back and forth
across her buttocks. Diana raised and tilted her ass upward, crying out for Enzo to
make her cum now.
Now the force of the water aroused every inch of her body. Her orgasm was there, just
out of reach. The young blonde cried and screamed like an animal, bucking, writhing,
thrashing crazily in her bonds, making the chains rattle with a deafening clatter while
the water still toyed with her snatch. Her entire cunt was tied in knots of sexual
hunger, waiting for the last push over the edge. Her hips rolled and twisted, circling
sensuously, seeking out the last bit of water that would push her over the brink into
climax.
Suddenly a jolting blast of cold water hit her cunt dead center. The stream blasted her
like a bomb. Her chest spasmed. She could hear Enzo laughing above the rushing roar
of water. She was out of control, wanting to scream and scream and never stop. Her
cum came suddenly and almost unexpectedly, making her freeze on the floor, then jerk
crazily from side to side while howling like a demon raised from hell.
She writhed on the floor, agonized by the continuing onslaught against her nerves. She
felt her consciousness fading as she tried to gain control over her body. The sound of
the water drowned out the laughter and curses. She tried to fold one leg over the other,
covering her aching, cumming pussy. But it was impossible.
Enzo trained the hard stream of water on her thighs constantly now, keeping her legs
apart while he played the rushing drops against her winking snatch. Diana strangled on
sobs, her breath driven out by her cum.
Blessedly Enzo had had enough. Flipping the tiny handle forward, he stopped the
stream of cold water just as quickly as he turned it on. The big man moved under the
steps again, dragging the hose with him as he turned off the main spigot.
Diana moaned, sagging in her chains as she felt the cold water dripping off her soaked,
tangled hair. Her skin glowed with a strange warmth as the final spasms of her cum
rippled across her wet snatch. In the background she could hear the water gurgling
down a floor drain just to her right.
"So, my little whore, now you're all cleaned up and ready for more fun," Enzo said,
walking back over to the wall and releasing the lock that supported the chains
overhead.
Diana jerked her head up and looked with horror as she saw him pulling the chains
taut. In quick jerks the blonde felt her arms jerk up, the iron manacles cutting into her
wrists as she was pulled back up to her original position. Her body swung once more
gently back and forth, her toes some two or three inches above the floor.
"How long, how long?" Diana moaned, looking at him desperately.
She couldn't last much longer. Her brain buzzed as she thought of the horrors he had
put her through in so short a period of time.
"Complaining?" Enzo said, fastening the chain and standing in front of her.
His eyes burned with a powerful, burning light that frightened Diana more than before.
Every sexual degradation he had put her through was increasing his appetite for more.
And, the young coed had to admit, increasing her own appetite for more. She groaned,
wondering where it would end, and wondering if the other girls had responded to his
actions as she had.
"Odd that of all the things I have done to you, I have never fucked your cunt. That will
be taken care of now," he said, lowering her just enough so that his cock could reach
her pussy.
Diana watched him unzip his trousers and pull out that thick, long cunt splitter he'd
used to break apart her ass. It throbbed angrily, its broad, arrow-shaped, purplish head
drooling opaque drops of cum. She could see where the leaking jizz had stained the
front of his trousers while he watched her get fucked by the dog.
"It's a good thing I didn't use the full strength of that hose," he grunted, rubbing the
thick fingers of his right hand over his broad cock dome. That motion made the thick
blue veins around his cock shaft throb with excitement. "That would have torn your
pussy apart. I don't like fucking ripped snatch," he said, stretching out his arms and
grabbing Diana's fleshy butt cheeks hard while positioning his cock just below her cunt
mouth. It pointed up at the slit.
How many obscene, unnatural things had been stuffed up that snatch! And yet Diana
sucked in a ragged breath, terrified of that monstrous prong drooling just below her
puffy outer labes.
"AHHH!" Diana cried as Enzo pushed her thighs apart while he hunched up and drove
his thick dick in without any preliminary lubing. The blonde's sore cunt throbbed like
an opened sore from the sudden attack.
"Fucking bitch, whore, SLUT!" Enzo cried, his face flushing quickly as he hunched
down, then humped up. His eyes rolled crazily, reminding Diana of the animals that
had fucked her earlier.
He was all the way in her cuntal slit now, imbedded to the base of his thick shaft. The
young coed could feel the sharp teeth of his zipper catching some of the dampened
curls of her pussy and pulling them out by the roots.
Diana cried out in pain as she felt her hairs being ripped out. But Enzo ignored her,
grunting like a bull in a rut. His belly pressed against the bottom of her flat belly. He
slammed into her, stretching her cunt farther open. His breathing became more
shallow, catching several times as he reamed out her tight little pussy.
"NO! NO! NO!" Diana cried.
She was tightening up again, feeling her clit throb and extend once more. No, she
couldn't be climaxing again! She was too sore, too tired. And yet it couldn't be denied.
Her pussy screwed on to that plunging prick, massaging, milking, and clutching at the
slick rubbery sides of Enzo's cock.
As the big man rode her, she tightened, clutching the pounding intrusion. He panted
wildly now, his head tilted back while his large mouth opened and let out husky gasps.
They bumped together, colliding together over and over as the cry that escaped from
Diana's mouth was one of greed and hunger.
But hadn't she had enough? No, she answered herself. She could never have enough
cock. Dick meat, cock meat, fucking, screwing, sucking. That was what life was about.
That was the only thing she could think of while her feet scraped and slid across the
cold, wet, slick concrete floor under her. Her titties jiggled, flopping and bouncing
together as her cunt was impaled on that hard cock.
As the first bursts of his scalding cum burned into her cunt, Diana cried out, raising her
legs high and scissoring them tightly around the big man's waist. She pounded his
thighs with her heels as he drove his cock all the way up her slit.
Streams of jizz leaked out around the sides of his buried prick, trickling down through
her matted jungle of cunt hairs. She kept him a prisoner now, the victim was the guard
now while he pushed away, grunting, screaming, and gasping for breath while Diana
hunched, milked and grunted along with him.
Finally the spurting stopped. Enzo backed away, pulling his softening cock out of her
cunt hole while Diana dropped her legs and once more hung limply from the manacles.
"Too bad I don't have you in my class," Enzo said as he tucked his cock back into his
trousers.
The words burned into Diana's brain.
"Class!" Diana cried out. Then she looked more closely at his face and a cold chill carne
over her. Of course! His real name wasn't Enzo. It was Joseph Del Vecchio, a biology
instructor at the university. She had seen him a few times when she waited for Vicki to
come out of biology lab. So he was the maniac! But why hadn't the other girls reported
him?


Chapter 9

"So, you know," Joseph Del Vecchio said, looking cunningly up at Diana's face.
"I don't understand," Diana said, her face registering the shock she felt. "How could
you get along like this without being discovered?" Diana gasped out, forgetting about
the numbing pain in her arms and shoulders as she looked into his black, smoldering
eyes.
"You're the only one who's seen my face. If you ever read the papers you'd know I
covered their eyes, or kept my face masked when I worked them over," he said, his eyes
glistening with the memories of other tortured victims. "But baby, they didn't respond
the way you have. They just whimpered, crawled, refused to help. But you, you're really
into this. Cumming, cumming, always cumming.. can't stop yourself even when you
want to. Oh, I've seen you. I've watched you closely," Joe said, sensing Diana was about
to protest. "You bite your lip, you try to think of something else, anything except that
clenching, cutting, tickling ache in your pussy. You don't want to show me how you
feel But everything about you screams out.. you're nothing but a fuckin' cheap
nympho." His words beat against Diana's ears and made her feel filthier than she had
before.
"But I'm not here to judge you."
"Why do you do these horrible things?" she asked in begging tones.
"Nobody looks at me. All you cunts walk by like I don't exist. Down here I exist," "he
said defiantly. She watched his face harden into something like that of an SS guard.
"Here you have to see me."
Diana couldn't understand it. He was handsome, well built, intelligent. Girls would be
falling over him if he gave them half a chance. She could only guess something in his
mind blotted out these advances, and he could only see women as a threat, or worse, as
a joke to his self-concept of his masculinity.
"So whenever I want I get a couple of girls and take them on dates down here," he
chuckled. "It's actually a substation of the biology department, set out here for me to
study the mating habits of local animals for my dissertation. Isn't that a little ironic? I
mean, the university actually helping me out in this," Joe said, grinning as he thought
of the obscene joke. Diana winced.
"So I bring in a couple of stray dogs, fix up the place," he said, pointing at the chains
and manacles hanging, "and voila!"
"They'll be looking for me, especially after what you did to Vicki," Diana spat out.
"And you think they really suspect me? Come on honey. I'm just a mild mannered
biology professor doing his job."
Diana sighed, feeling the hopelessness of the situation. She thought of the movie The
Collector, the story of a similarly mild man who kidnapped girls and kept them just for
companionship. There was no hope of escape, just as there was none here. Only in the
basement of this substation, the plot had taken a nasty, perverted turn. He was
torturing girls here to satisfy some warped, twisted lust in his sick brain.
"It's late," Joe said, glancing down at his wristwatch. "And neither of us is tired," he
commented, smiling grimly. "You want all this as much as I do."
"You lie!" Diana said, jerking at the chains and making them rattle noisily again.
"We'll see," he said, laughing lightly as he turned and walked toward the stairway.
Taking two steps at a time, Joe disappeared once more. Diana hung there, thinking over
his words as she heard his heavy footsteps thud above her. The blonde could also hear
the yelping of two dogs as he passed from room to room as well as the howls of other
animals.
They must think it's feeding time, Diana thought to herself as she thought of the dogs
once more, then broke into a fit of sobbing. She hung there, her body shaken, as she
felt sorry for herself. He had unleashed a monster inside her more powerful than one
hundred Joe Del Vecchios. She had turned into a bigger pervert than he was.
Several more minutes passed, and Joe returned, clattering down the steps. Diana saw he
was carrying what looked like a dark gray iron Wok pot. Three iron pokers slid noisily
against the sides as the big man reached the bottom of the stairs. Carrying the bowl to a
position just to the right of Diana, he lowered it to the floor.
Diana could see they were indeed branding irons or pokers, their tips buried under a
layer of charcoal. The blonde watched with horror as Joe fetched lighter fluid and
squirted a steady stream of the acrid smelling fluid over the charcoal. Striking a match,
he lit the charcoal then stood back as the orange and red flames danced merrily.
He stood silently, his face illuminated hellishly by the fire as he rolled his eyes up and
watched perspiration trickle down Diana's forehead, sides and belly. She knew what he
had planned for her. One of the girls was found with burn marks covering half her
body. That victim spent her days in the burn ward of the campus hospital and was still
there.
Diana whimpered as the flames died and slowly heated the charcoal. They glowed
orange, then finally turned whitish grey. Diana squirmed as she watched Joe put on a
pair of black leather gloves, the same ones he had worn earlier when he shoved her
aching snatch with his fingers.
"I wonder if the iron's hot enough?" he murmured to himself, rolling up his eyes at
Diana while he reached down and pulled out a long, narrow poker. Its pointed tip
looked whitish grey and hissed against the side of the pot. There was a sizzling sound
and the smell of burning iron that reached Diana's flared nostrils. Her eyes bugged out
as she choked and retched.
Diana knew she could never survive this kind of torture. Already her mind whirled. She
would go crazy, babbling like a lunatic after he finished with his insanity.
"See?" he asked, spitting on the tip and watching his glob of spittle bubble and
evaporate almost instantly. "I wonder what something like this would do to a woman's
pussy?"
His face seemed to soften into a kind of dreamy insanity as he stared wonderingly at
the glowing tip. Diana felt her chest tighten as she gasped for breath. Horror gripped
her now. He was going to burn out her snatch with that hot poker. She'd die a burned,
bloody mess.
He'd probably bury her somewhere in that vast rocky wasteland outside and no one
would ever know what had happened to her. Everyone would shake their heads and
relegate her to the realm of police statistics. The woman whimpered, feeling her throat
constrict as she stared wildly at the glowing iron.
Joe walked behind her with the iron. Diana pulled her head around, staring over her
left shoulder at the hot iron as he held it ten inches above her rounded, meaty buttocks.
The iron generated enough heat to make her ass cheeks break out into a sweat. The
perspiration trickled down her narrow ass crack.
Diana cringed and swung forward with a subtle jerking motion of her thighs and
shoulders. The heat spread as she swung back and almost touched the glowing poker.
The blonde felt it leap and surge through her ass flesh. Her breath came faster and
harder as she shut her eyelids more tightly and let out a strangled sob of frustration.
The heat of the iron seemed to be like an all-encompassing cloud of lust that was taking
over her flesh. Joe was right. They were two of a kind, perfectly matched. They were
locked up in the basement of this deserted house, rejects of humanity, forced to play
out their unnatural, revolting roles to one another.
With each pass of the iron across her ass, Diana could feel her pussy tensing again and
the lust oil frothing out from between her swelling cunt lips. Her clitty tensed again,
pushing out of its sheath and poking its head out from the top of her fleshy snatch lips.
The white-hot tip of the iron swung over her lower spine. Diana sobbed as her nipples
throbbed with unnatural desire. Her belly was rioting with lust.
Oh God, the tip was coming closer and closer. She could feel the heat intensifying as
she bit her tongue to hold back the screams she knew would follow contact. The tip was
less than an inch from her flesh. Already the pain was intense. She could feel her flesh
blistering, charring under the heat of that poker. And yet her breathing had become as
lustful as Joe's.
She was flinching, sobbing and retching, but her clit swelled. Spasms made her cunt lips
pucker inward with contractions as more pussy juice bubbled out and coated her inner
thighs.
Joe paused, then lay the iron poker gently on her right buttock. At first Diana felt a
cold pressure on her flesh. It lasted only an instant. Then the nerves picked up the heat
and telegraphed it throughout her body. What had been cool a few seconds before was
a raging inferno now, blistering the sizzling skin of her buttock.
Diana shrieked, thrashing wildly in her chains. The iron rattled and clinked noisily as
the young coed kicked out her right leg, then scissored both of them while wailing and
begging Joe to pull the poker away from her skin. She pulled on the manacles that held
her wrists, yanking them back and forth, harder and harder, until the iron chafed her
flesh raw.
The agony reverberated through the violated ass cheek then into her pussy. As the pain
spread through her body, it ignited her clitty as if it were a pile of high explosives. Her
orgasm rolled and flowed like the waves of the ocean, a strange, painful climax while
her ass trembled and burned red and black under the heat of the white hot poker.
"OHHH GODD!" the blonde moaned, feeling her ass flesh growing numb to the
intense heat.
He was killing the nerve-endings of her skin, destroying her body with that instrument
of hell! This, Diana realized, was the beginning of the end.
Her spine quivered and her buttocks spasmed, recoiling from the sizzling bite of the
iron while her ass shook shamelessly because of the pinching climax raking her clitty.
Black dots of seared flesh around the burn mingled with the general red swell around
the skin still touched by the iron.
The stink of burning skin became a thick, perfumed cloud that grew and enveloped the
two of them. Diana inhaled her own scorched flesh, coughing and retching at the
thought of what was happening to her beautiful, smoothly lined body. Her terror grew
as Joe laughed an insane, demonic laugh behind her, moving the poker from the
irritated area to new flesh just to one side of her narrow ass crack. The thought that he
might impale her bunghole with that instrument of torture made the young coed gag.
"It's gone cold," Joe said, pulling the iron away and walking around the shrieking
blonde to the bowl.
Tossing the poker back under the layer of glowing coals, he grabbed another iron and
pulled it from the flames with a grinding, ominous sound. Diana whimpered, trying to
ignore the burning, throbbing ache in her buttock. Unlike the first poker, this one was
actually a branding iron, its end decorated in a kind of butterfly with a large letter D in
the middle of it.
"I had it made for myself," Joe said proudly, holding the hot end up to Diana's face.
The woman winced, sucking in a deep breath while she snapped her head to the right
and shut her eyelids tightly. She could feel the intense heat burning the flesh of her
face. Perspiration broke out on her cheeks and forehead, running down her face in
thick rivers, cascading down her neck and flooding over her hanging boobs.
Was he going to mar her face, brand her cheeks and forehead with that terrible thing?
She felt the tendons in her upper arms tearing from the strain the weight of her body
was putting on them. Her shoulders felt as if they were splitting apart, while the giant,
blistered wound on her buttock throbbed like a festered sore.
Oh God, what had she done to deserve this? That one night of passion with Jimmy, was
this what all this horror was for?
"If you should ever come out of this, I want to make sure you'll always remember me,"
Joe said grimly, waving the iron in front of her nose like a battle flag.
Diana let out a tiny cry as she felt the burning head singe the hairs of her nose. She
could feel her eyebrows crinkling back from the heat while more perspiration trickled
from her forehead, matting down her blonde hair to her damp flesh while it burned
into her eyes and ears.
Joe moved the poker to within an inch of Diana's lovely face, threatening to damage it
forever with a subtle move forward. He grinned, feeling his cock grow harder as he
watched the helpless woman twist, writhe and whimper in her restraining chains. Then
he moved the poker up, above her head and along her right arm.
Diana jerked her head up and watched with bulging, tearful eyes as the big man moved
the branding iron along one bulging tendon in her upper arm. Diana could see her
flesh turning red under the heat of the poker while her body hairs curled back and
disappeared. "P-p-please," Diana begged.
That plea only inflamed Joe more. The blonde looked down and saw his fly tenting out.
His cock was stiff again, pressing against the restraining material of his trousers while
he tortured the blonde.
"Now for the final branding," Joe said almost religiously.
He slowly lowered the branding iron toward her face, waving it once more in front of
her eyes and making Diana pull back her head as far as she could. Then he moved it
down farther, trailing it close to her neck, then playing with it just above her shoulders.
Diana watched the branding iron like a cat, her eyes fastened on the hot, glowing tip
while her lower jaw quivered with tension and terror. Her eyes wide, head shaking, her
skin shimmering with sweat, the poker reflecting a dull red against her wet flesh, it all
seemed like a picture from the depths of hell
Joe's hand trembled with excitement as he studied the helpless woman hanging in
chains before him. He griped the weapon more firmly as he poised it a half inch above
her cleavage. Diana's titties were hard. Her blood engorged nipples thrust impudently
out from the swaying boobs.
With a slight turn of his wrist, Joe positioned the red-hot end of the branding iron
directly under her right nipple. The heat filled the sensitive titty tip and Diana
shuddered. The heat penetrating her nipple made her cunt tighten up and juice all over
again. Oh God, what kind of animal had she become? "No! No! NOOOOO!" Diana
shrieked, unable to keep still as she waited for the inevitable contact between branding
iron and her flesh.
The rage in her pussy was driving her insane. She wanted him to tear her apart, brand
every inch of her beautiful body. She was trapped now in a frenzy of lust. To die while
trapped in the midst of a cosmic orgasm would be her only wish now. Fucking, any
kind of fucking, would be beautiful. Joe had taught her that, he'd taught her about the
devil in her body and how wonderful she felt when it was let loose.
Joe balanced the branding iron, then let it fall slowly downward until it lightly touched
the swollen nipple.
Diana's eyes bugged out, then snapped shut as she shrieked and kicked out her legs.
The force of that violent movement sent her body swaying back in the clinking chains.
Joe immediately put the branding iron down as she swung forward. The nipple had
curled, the heat tearing into her tittie like a fishhook. Her head snapped back and forth
while her mouth tore open and let out hellish howls. Diana was sure she would faint.
The pain would be too intense. That iron sent showers of agony rippling through her
body. She could feel her triggering for another climactic release. Oh God, was this the
way it would all end?


Chapter 10

"You bitch, slut! Nothing can stop that cunt of yours, can it?" Joe asked as he watched
the young blonde jiggle and twist in her chains.
Diana sobbed as the vibrations of pain made her titties bounce and dance. Fists of
passion coiled and struck her belly and cunt, while the agony of her pulsating cuntal
muscles made her dizzy and faint from exhaustion.
How many times had she cum this night six, seven, nine, twelve? Diana lost count. She
could only think about the present one, throbbing and beating against her sore, aching
pussy walls while more oil bubbled out from between her labes and slicked down her
encrusted inner thighs. She no longer was the sweet, virginal looking young blonde
strutting down the campus walks from class to class.
She had been turned into a hellcat, a wailing, whimpering, howling sexual animal
craving the most depraved delight in exchange for her body and her soul. Diana knew
her thighs were cum and sweat licked while her body ached from the exertion it had
been put through. There came a final jerk of her clitty shaft, then the final orgasm
erupted. She settled back in her chains, her head rolling and lolling while she muttered
something insanely incoherent to Joe.
Hot tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over on to her cheeks.
Even if the police or whoever were to come in now and save her, Diana knew she was
utterly lost. She had been initiated into a world of sexual degradation and perversion,
and she knew she could never have a normal sexual experience without longing for the
brutality of this world.
Joe strutted over to the bowl and threw the iron back into the charcoal with the others.
"Oooooooh," Diana moaned, feeling her self grow faint at the horror of what she'd
been through and at the horror of herself.
"Oh no, little bitch. You're not going to faint, not yet," Joe said, walking back over to
the wall and loosening the chain that held her dangling above the still wet cement floor.
Diana murmured a thank you as she felt her feet touch the cold surface. The ache in
her shoulders subsided as she fought to remain standing. Soon her arms were at her
sides and she stood, swaying from side to side as she watched Joe fasten the chain once
more, then walk over to her.
Without saying a word but glaring hotly into her eyes, he unfastened the manacles.
Diana looked at her freed wrists. They were red and raw from the chafing they'd
received – but they were free. Free!
Was she free to go also? After having initiated her into these rites, was he going to let
her go now, a spoiled piece of merchandise for the world to look at with horrified
amazement?
"Stay there," he ordered, turning and walking back to the stairs.
As he climbed them, he turned and looked at Diana. She was still standing defeated in
the middle of the basement. He knew she would never disobey him now. He had
trained her too well.
Diana looked back at him and knew what he was thinking, and she knew he was right.
She was the shell of her former self. Now she could only stand and wait with trembling
anticipation for the next horrifying, degrading experience.
The wait wasn't long. Joe came down the stairs once more, this time with both dogs.
She recognized Sam. The other animal stood bristling at the foot of the stairs while Sam
trotted over to her quickly and started sniffing at her right ankle.
She winced when she felt his cold, wet nose press against her ankle flesh. The other
animal kept his head down and his ears pinned back while his bushy, furry tail wagged
slowly back and forth. His brown/yellow eyes vibrated mightily in his head, reminding
Diana of portraits she'd seen of Satan glaring at the newest frantic victim of hell.
"Down on your knees," Joe said, walking back up to the bowl and, with his gloved
hands, stirring the branding iron around and around the iron cauldron.
As she sank to her knees, Diana saw sparks shower up out of the container and
wondered what he had planned for them.
Diana fell to her knees, bending forward into a crouching position. She immediately felt
her sore nipples touching the hard, cold concrete floor. The blonde winced, reaching
around and trying to stroke the burned flesh as Joe kept stirring the branding iron
around the iron cauldron.
"On your ass," Joe said, crouching down and putting his hands between his spread legs.
Diana obediently rolled over on her back, dragging up her knees and letting them fall
apart, exposing her much abused cunt. Joe stared lewdly at the pink petals folding out
in front of him while the other dog had joined the gaping Sam a few feet in front of her
curling toes. Diana's back ached from the hardness of the concrete floor under her. "I
want you to suck off Sam," Joe said.
He took the growling Doberman by the furry scruff of the neck and pulled him past the
woman's snatch. Diana lay meekly on the floor, turning her head around and watching
closely as Joe dragged the dog around to her face.
"Stay!" Joe ordered the confused dog, making him stand spread-legged just above the
woman's face. Diana watched as he moved Sam back until his trembling black forelegs
were on either side of her head. Obediently she turned her head around until her
mouth was just under his long, knobby prong.
Only now did she smell the odor of stale doggie shit and piss wafting from his furry
little nuts and fat base of his cock root. The blonde retched, then fought for control as
Joe placed his right palm on the flat of Sam's hindquarters and pressed down.
"Sit," he ordered.
Obediently the Doberman started to squat down, his long' pink tongue dangling out of
the right corner of his mouth. Suddenly he howled in surprise, as he felt something
soft, warm and wet press against his partially extended cock. It was Diana's full, red
mouth.
"Sit!" Joe said more angrily.
The Doberman twisted his head around and looked wonderingly at Joe while the big
man peered under his flat belly and ordered Diana to start sucking.
Without saying another word or even whimpering, the blonde coed did as she was told.
Opening her mouth, Diana could feel the furry sheath tickling her chin while she
tentatively licked the hot, slick cock skin above her. There was a wild, almost gamey
taste mixed with the salty flavor of cum that flooded her mouth at once. She could feel
the big Doberman trembling above her while she trailed the tip of her tongue along the
bumpy hard surface of his warming, thickening prong.
Sam whined, straightening slightly, then squatting again and even wriggling his
hindquarters slightly back and forth and rubbing his dick against her full lips.
Diana forgot about the burning pain in her buttocks and tits. Her pussy was tightening
up like a little pink drum once more. All she could think of was that male animal power
hovering above her. His tiny nuts pressed against her chin while the large knot near the
base of his cock worked its way into her mouth.
Diana felt spittle foaming around her lips, trickling down her cheeks and chin as she
began feather licking the dog's trembling, expanding hot prick. Instinctively Diana
pulled her knees up farther, moaning as she felt her sticky cunt lips coming apart and
peeling back. That subtle pressure sent a ripple of orgasmic contractions through her
snatch.
Then she heard Joe give some order to the other dog. Almost immediately she could
hear the scratching, patter of toenails clattering across the hard floor. Then there was
the now familiar sensation of a cold, wet flat muzzle pressing against the flaming pussy
lips.
Oh God, he was licking her now, moving that thick, hot wet tongue along her juicing
cuntal cleft and now. SWEET FUCKIN' JEESUS... he was licking her unsheathed clitty,
concentrating on the red inflamed little nubbin with sadistic frenzy. Oh, if he'd only get
it over with and fuck her!
Diana gurgled, rolling her head to the right. Sam's prick was fully extended now. Its
pointed tip drooled with cum while the full length throbbed against his trembling belly
and her sucking lips.
When Diana felt the other dog's toenails digging into her inner thighs and knew he was
about to slice into her cunny with his prick, the blonde moved her head back around
and let Sam's knobby slick prick enter her mouth.
Immediately the dog howled, trembling as if he were struck by lightning while Diana
let the pointed, knobby spear slide over her front teeth, over her tongue, past her tonsils
and finally touching the back of her throat. The blonde retched, nearly vomiting from
the mass of doggie cock meat in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out from the prick as
she gasped for air through her flared nostrils.
Oh God, how hot her cunt was! She bounced her ass cheeks around the floor, rolling
her firm buttocks back and forth as the animal's slick prong pushed past her peeled
back outer labes and into the mouth and throat of her pussy.
Diana trembled, letting out a low, throaty moan as the bumps tickled her ditty and
snatch lips. His hot, furry pelt warmed the insides of her thighs while his balls jiggled
just below the bottom junction of her cunt lips. Diana could feel something hot and wet
dribbling onto her lower belly and guessed it was the animal's drool. Oh God, she was
covered with animals, swimming in a sea of doggie cum while Joe stirred that damnable
branding iron in the distance.
That familiar itching ache gripped her cunt again, screwing her clitty harder and higher
toward climax. Oh, how he was reaming out her cunt. She thought it was turning
inside out. She could feel her outer labes puckering inward, then pulling out with every
in and out hunching fuck the growling dog made.
Sam was beginning to fuck her mouth, acting as if it were some pussy hole. He was
trying to drive his prick farther down into her throat, whimpering and whining with
frustration as Diana tightened her lips around the animal cock and sucked as hard as
she could. Sam growled, his black eyes rolling wildly in his head while his powerful
body shook harder and harder.
Diana began to shudder and buck, arching her back and writhing on the floor like a
snake as she felt her clitty expand. At the same time she could feel Sam's prong balloon
slightly and twitch against her front teeth. Soon the salty taste in her mouth increased,
and she was aware of something filling up her oral cavity.
The blonde retched, spitting out a mixture of her saliva and the dog's spurting cum.
The foul liquid dribbled down her chin and cheeks as the squirting jizz kept spraying
out of the wailing dog's cock. Diana raised her hands and pressed them weakly against
Sam's sides, trying to push him away from her face. She needed air. She was drowning
in his cum! Oh God, was she going to die this way?
Then the contractions in her pussy became stronger. It felt as if thousands of tiny
needles had pierced her ditty. The pleasure was so painful. If only it would stop. But it
increased, growing stronger and stronger as the big dog howled and started pumping
his foul jizz into her cunt.
The exhaustion, the torture, and now cum were draining Diana quickly of life. She
dropped her hands to the floor and curled her fingers downward, scraping her tom nails
against the wet concrete.
Suddenly the blonde felt something cold pressing against her ass cheeks. No, IT WAS
THE BRANDING IRON!
"ARRRRRHHHHHGHHH!" Diana shrieked, her muscles tightening as if someone had
run thousands of volts of electricity through her body. She heard her own flesh sizzling,
smelled her own skin burning. And then all was blessed blackness.

* * *

"I don't see why you took this class, babe," Jimmy said as the auditorium began to fill
with milling students.
"I need it for graduation. Besides, I thought enrolling in something meaningful would
make my record look better."
"But zoology?"
"Shh, here he is." Diana reached up and automatically smoothed down her long, golden
blonde hair.
Joe Del Vecchio walked in, smiling at the large class, then turning and writing his name
on the blackboard up front and the title of the class.
"You've got the list of books, I believe. I'm Joseph Del Vecchio, your instructor for this
semest..."
He leaned against the podium, folding his hands in front while he swept his hungry
black eyes over his attentive students. He stopped at Diana, his lips curling into a
sensuous, knowing smile.
"I'm glad we have so many beautiful students this time," he said, the students giggling
nervously at his comments. "I think I speak for all of us when I welcome Diana Greene
back from the hospital. She was away for over a semester, but I trust she's well."
No one knew exactly what had happened to the blonde or why she'd returned and
changed her major. Money her parents sent her as well as funds from the bank kept her
real wounds secret from prying campus eyes.
The blonde sat quietly, fighting down the wet, dripping feeling between her legs.
Shifting her sitting position, Diana felt her panties cling wetly to her furry labes. Oh
God, and her titty tips were poking achingly against her bra cups.
"Of course, as explained in the course outline, I'll be working with students individually
perhaps at the biology substation."
Some of the girls gasped and giggled nervously once more.
"Don't worry. I'm harmless," he said, glancing hotly at Diana for a second.
The blonde lowered her eyes and flushed red. She certainly hoped not!


THE END
